Thursday, October 10, 2013
I am a good sleeper. I think I always have been. I lay down, I fall asleep, I stay asleep, and I think sometimes I would just keep sleeping forever if some outside force did not wake me up. That being said, I made a fascinating discovery last night. My baby girl has gone off to college which is super fun, super exciting, and super weird because she's 6 hours away and her absence has totally changed the family dynamic. (ie, those of us at home are all getting fatter which is a problem we need to resolve ASAP but I digress) Anyhoo, she came home last night to spend the weekend of her Fall Break sleeping in her own bed. I did not realize, until I woke up this morning, that I have not actually been sleeping as well since she left. There is a low level hum of disquietude(?)in my psyche as a result of her absence that I just did not acknowledge until the moment at which I realized, last night, that both my kids were home, in their beds, in my house and we were all together again. I achieved a level of harmonious relaxation that has been missing since she left. It was startling. I have to wonder if parents ever get "used" to that. They must. I hope so.