I never stay up this late. Well, rarely.
The only reason I stay up this late is if I'm having stomach pain or if I'm stressed about something and can't turn my mind off.
Today it's both!
Curse that ice cream I had as a snack this evening. Although, I know it's not really the ice cream's fault since I had total control over having it or not. Sigh.
I'm stressing/worrying/thinking about my kids.
I know! It's a little ridiculous. They are all adults. 3/4 married and 1/4 engaged. So, ya know, on their own and all that.
But I think about them. I wonder how they are doing. I hope their relationships are good. I worry about their schoolwork. And on and on.
If I had a daughter she would probably call me more regularly and tell me what's going on in her life. At least that's what I hear about daughters. And I used to call my mom to talk about the kids or ask about a recipe or whatever.
But I have sons. Sons don't do this. At least not my sons.
They are independent which is exactly what they should be. They handle their own problems and, if they cook, they don't ask me for recipes, they probably ask google. Which is what I do.
So all I'm left with is my ability to manufacture imagined problems they might be experiencing and to worry about them at 12:45 am.
Doesn't that sound fun?
