11pm, I'm sitting cross-legged on Katie's bedroom floor.
Jeff is at the Black Horse with his co-workers & spouses. I'm not there because of anxiety.
So, instead, I'm sitting here with my sciatic nerve screaming at me, because sweet Lou woke up scared. She needed her Mama.
I rocked my sweet girl, craddled poorly, in my arms. My little big girl, who says xylophone, & refers to a group of people as 'you guys'. She was scared, she told me that much between little sad sobs. I turned on her night light at her request. Now, I'm sitting here because, she wants me here and to be honest, I'm less lonely sitting in here with her.
I'm anxious for Jeff to get home. This is the first time I've been alone with Katie at night. It's weird & I can't say that I'm a fan.
As I sit here, listening to the soft gentle snore like breathes of my precious girl, I am realizing one thing... I wish had brought my glass of wine in with me...
