It's twilight, the kids are hyped up from a late dinner, and I don't feel like cleaning. So here I am again. Twilight is the worst time of the day. There's something gloomy about it, the foreboding stillness and the knowledge that darkness will come. I don't like the dark. Dark things happen in the dark. Some of you will understand that. Other people will just roll their eyes.
I realized that in the 3 years I have had this blog I've never really described myself. I kind of like that. My friends know who I am because I share my postings on Facebook, but to the rest of the world, I'm just a nobody who writes random things about her life. I've also never truly described my husband, that guy I've been married to for 13 years. I don't know if I'll ever do that either. He's just a man. My man. I claim him most of the time.
I've waited so long to write that darkness is now looming. It's going to be a bad night. I see all of the stuff that I need to do tomorrow and I'm overwhelmed. So much to do. So little time. I wish I could just ignore it and I go to sleep but I know that sleep will be just out of reach, playing with me, and making me more and more anxious. Oh how I hate the night.