I’m up way too late again.
It’s almost 2:00 am. My kids will be up in five hours. Mr. Hoagie will be up in four.
It’s so hard to give it up, though. The peace.
After everyone’s asleep, I can be me. Not “Mommy.” Not Mom’s caretaker. Just…me.
I’ve gotten enough of a break this past week since school started that I can kind of remember what my dreams used to be.
They give me hope.
And I’m not ready to give them up…not for the night, not for a moment longer.