Hyjinx

I would just like to mention first, how difficult is was to go to sleep last night. My daughter had crawled into my bed yet again for her slumber. When I finally hit my sheets, she was completely wrapped in my blankets. It's been chilly here at night, since Autumn is upon us, and the blankets I have are quite thick. One is a down comforter and the other a full size (king size) quilted blanket. The feat of a small child completely consuming these 2 sheaths of happiness and warmth is not a small one. However, this...she did. When she was an infant and through the toddler years, the time that I needed to carry her for one reason or another, she was always very "relaxed". Meaning, that some children are like dead weight when you carry them and some hold themselves to you. Mine, was dead weight. And let me just say...this has not changed over the years.

I laid myself down, very late last night and very tired, and tried to reach for at least part of the warmth I was seeking. I pulled and yanked. I even stood back up and with all my force and weight, tried to retrieve a portion of said objects. To no avail. This girl had a death grip going on and wasn't going to budge. Knowing my daughter the way I do, I thought...she must be awake and will burst out in laughter shortly from my feeble attempts. No such thing ensued. I laid back down, grabbed the sweet corner crumb that was left from her blanket binge, curled it up under my chin and slept. She is still sleeping even now. All warm, snug, comfy in my bed. But, I must say..she looks awful cute.

Next...(and why have I not started my coffee brewing?)

My mind has been in total and complete distraction the past few days. Which is actually quite the blessing and somewhat of an answered prayer. It keeps me from dwelling on the anger and hurt from that disturbed ex-friend I talk about. At some point, I will give him a name. But seeing as there may be children that stumble by this, the ones I could offer up would be offensive to say the least. Don't get me wrong though, his nasty little head still keeps popping up from time to time to remind me that there is still no closure aside from my disgust for him and absolute loathing. Yeah, I know, I need to be nice.

At any rate... the distraction. More thoughts than any reality. And it has been a welcome reprieve. Except for the knowing in the back of my mind that it is only thoughts and no type of tangibility will commence. Bittersweet. Like that of the unripened pear. I sliced a bit last night for just a taste, it was sweet and uttered complete satisfaction, but unfortunately it didn't grow from my tree. Much less, on the other side of the fence.