When Morning Comes

I have a song stuck in my head.
I can't sleep...too nervous I won't wake up on time.

I start work again today...in less than six hours. And because Brian and I have only one car, I'll be getting up in four hours.

I slept so well for four hours (Thank you Benadryl!) and now.. that song in my head. Keeps repeating. And since I have it memorized, once it starts, I can't stop it. I have to finish the song. In my head, of course. No sense in keeping Brian up.

So, when morning comes, I'll be going back to work, in hopes of becoming debt-free before Little Chicken is born. I've actually metered out my paychecks and should be able to quit about two weeks before the baby is due to arrive. It's possible I'm being too optimistic about my debt solution. But it's what I need to be able to keep Brian sane about being a Dad. His biggest worry was finances. And once I presented the "Debt-Free" plan, he calmed down and settled happily into the idea of being a Father.

I'll suck it up and function on four hours of sleep if that's what it takes. But it sure would be nice to get in a few more before the alarm goes off.