Sunday, July 13, 2014

Insomnia

Sheesh. I've slept for about 3 hours and now it's light out. And I don't feel tired. Maybe I've slept enough over the last few days that my body won't mind. Maybe I can sleep a few more hours. Tuesday I leave for California and my plane is at 7:15 AM. My ex and I had totally different ideas about when to arrive at the airport. She was ok with arriving with minutes to spare and I'm happier with plenty of time. There's security to muddle through where I've lost belts and pens and once, a Swiss Army knife, a baby one that was hanging from my key chain. Oh, and a small container of yogurt. And jars of my homemade grape jelly. Getting to the airport late makes me crazy. So this means that I've gotta be up about 5AM, all packed and ready to walk to the light rail with my rolling bag. Which should be comical. The hill I live on is STEEP. I can see myself chasing my bag down the hill, hoping it doesn't charge out into traffic.

It's just this way sometimes. I just don't sleep. Years of broken sleep sitting with women in labor.

But.

Today is dance day. And after dance I go swim and write with Betsy out in the country. Yes, Duvall is the country. The babies are staying put for now. My midwifery partner is freaking out a bit, seeing a storm of babies heading her way as soon as I set foot on the plane.


5 comments:

Radish King said...

Oh Beth no sleep anywhere in Seattle last night I'm thinking. I like to arrive at the airport a good eleven hours before takeoff. I am one of the few people in the world who actually loves airports. I can sit and watch planes for hours and be perfectly happy.

I adore that photo of you and Felix. You will have great fun in Californialand.

And you will sleep the sleep of the Good because you are and I adore you.
xox

Ms. Moon said...

The main reason I never became a midwife is that I love sleep too much.
You and Felix are gorgeous.
I am obsessive about getting to the airport way too early. This is the way it is.

Betsy said...

Happy travels, my friend!

Elizabeth said...

I haven't been sleeping well of late, either, and I'm a champion sleeper. What the heck is going on?

Safe travels to you, though.

Radish King said...

I haven't slept since I was four not really. Mary Moon! I thought you were a midwife I swear I've read that a billion times here and on your blog. Elizabeth it is the end times. Beth Coyote you're on your way now forget about stupid Seattle and thrive in the goodness. BIG LOVE,
Rebecca