Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s hormones, maybe I just think too much, but I don’t sleep. I can get to sleep, I just don’t stay asleep. And when I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning, my mind is off and running!
I don’t know why I just can’t quiet my brain. I tell myself to knock it off and go to sleep, but I don’t listen to me. Very frustrating I tell ya!
Last night I was remembering one of the first snow/ice storms we had in my neck of the woods. I was pregnant with my first child and craving cantaloupe and honey-dew melon ALL the time. My lovely Hubby stopped at the grocery store on his way home to get a few groceries, including the melons. Our house at the time was at the bottom of the street and our house had the steepest driveway in the neighborhood. So Hubby had to park his car at the top of our road (because of ice) and walk down to our house. He managed to carry the grocery bags down the road without slipping and falling. Once he got to our yard, he decided to walk up hill on the grass of our yard, so not to slip on our icy drive way.
Well, he did slip. As soon as the grass ended and he had to step on the driveway, he lost his footing. And as I watched, with horror, as he slid all the way down our driveway, all I was really seeing was the melons bouncing down the hill past him.
My poor cantaloupes! I mean my poor Hubby!
It occurred to me, as I laid wide awake in the middle of the night, how our priorities change as we get older. Because now I would most definitely be concerned about ALL the groceries tumbling down our driveway, not just the melons. 😉