3:43 am Beansprout scares me to death. He's had a nightmare. I take him back to bed and try to snuggle him back to sleep. It works as long as I'm touching him. If I twitch, he's up like a jack knife. Finally I tell him he's just got to be brave. 4:15 am Tossing and turning. Beansprout goes potty. 4:30 am Jerk awake by a scream. Moaning like a mummy I drag myself out of bed and schlump my way to Beansprout's bed. I blindly pat my way around the bed. He's not there. I hear it again and I realize where he is. Beansprout is right next to me on the ladder of their bunkbed yelling at miss THANG, who is blissfully asleep. I pat his calf. He jumps out of his skin and rattles the ladder like a cage. Apparently he was trying to ask her if she wanted someone to cuddle with. "She wasn't listening," he tells me petulantly. It seems that she must have been doing it on purpose because that is why she does it whe...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.