My bedroom.  In particular, my bed.  And the comforter.  Temp controlled nirvana.  Every morning when I wake up, I revel in the stillness and that feeling of security under the covers.  Snug.  As A Bug.  In A Rug!

This has not always been the case. ¬†Insomnia has interfered with a good night’s rest since my 40’s. ¬†I have tips to deal now though and for the most part, those tips work. ¬†Lilac, lavendar and other assorted scents. ¬†Sleepy-time tea, no caffeine after 3, turn off all electronics an hour before bedtime. ¬†With that, I can sleep again. ¬†Yay! ¬†And as I was thinking about something else to add to the infinity list, these last few mornings made me think about my BED.

I work downtown and every morning I pass several bus stops on my way to the office.  As I get closer, I see the walking wounded.  This past Monday, a cooler than usual morning,  I saw a man sitting there at the bus stop, hunched over, head almost on knees.  As I sat at the red light, waiting for green, I could see him from the corner of my eye, sleeping, breathing slow and shallow breaths.  In.  Out.

That’s when I thought damn, how awful to have to sleep outside, wherever one can. ¬†How bone tired and weary one must be to be able to sleep at a bus stop bench. ¬†There are even days when people are on the sidewalks asleep. ¬†Grabbing a¬†restless nap before moving along. ¬†What an existence? ¬†And then I thought about my bed. ¬†How the feel of the comforter brings peace. ¬†How I wish that peace for everyone. ¬†Simple really. ¬†Everyone needs a¬†bed.

Then I remembered, the best scene in the Blindside.

As always, more to come.

Slight Change of Plans

The conversation went something like this:

Jean Naté: hi momma I forget your name

Me: that’s ok. It’s Jill but I like being called momma

Jean Nat√©: there’s been a cancellation so would you want Lulu to come in earlier?

Me: yes!  The sooner the better

We talked longer; I had my prior questions answered. ¬†Whew! Sweet relief. ¬†I had no idea how I would make it another 1.5 weeks. ¬†Now I don’t have to find out.

Of course it’s NOT¬†all about me. ¬†In fact, it’s all about baby girl. ¬†Time to kick ass and take names.

As always more to come.