Awake

It's 2am. Everyone else, of course, is asleep. I can't, because my stomach hurts. And because I'm no longer tired. Everything I eat lately makes my stomach hurt. I don't know why. Well, chocolate doesn't bother me. Nor does Dr. Pepper. Go figure. I fell asleep earlier and left the house a mess. Apparently, it didn't bother Tony, and stayed a mess. I'm wanting to clean the kitchen, but don't want to make a racket and wake anyone. It's so incredibly quiet right now - well, except for the crickets, frogs and the like. And my typing. And Walter moving around upstairs. And Claire's occasional outcry. I never realized she cried out so many times in the night. Both boys have school tomorrow, and I still need to pick out their clothes. Not that Luke will likely want to wear what I pick out, but you never know. I wish I could just poop or puke or whatever and make my stomach return to normal. I know I'm going to be a cranky asshole tomorrow if I don't get some sleep soon. It's probably too late for good sleep now anyway. Hey, so, at soccer Saturday, Luke actually played! He refused to participate at first, but something happened about halfway through the game and he willingly went in and even appeared to have a good time. I think he doesn't like people watching him. Performance anxiety. The more I think about it, the more I want to work on the kitchen. If I have to do it in the morning, I'll be even crankier. So, it's decided. Off to quietly clean.

3am update: kitchen's clean (well, not the floors), living room and playroom are straightened, towels folded, laundry is in dryer...now what? Not any more tired. Although, my stomach is bothering me less. Too distracted by the sweet, sweet smell of vinegar to notice, I suppose. Now I need to decide if I just stay up and do more laundry (and google work) or try to sleep for 3 hours. Maybe I'll try to snooze on the couch in a bit.