Burning the midnight oil...

I can't believe it... At midnight I was sleeping blissfully expecting to sleep 8 hours because I went to bed early and still be able to get up early to get my day started with one hour of personal development and one hour walk. It was not to be. My husband arrived home sometime before midnight and decided to work on his computer just a couple of feet from where I peacefully slept knowing how light a sleeper I am. Does that make sense? Why would he interrupt my sleep knowing that that morning I had been awakened and had slept very little. I sleep so poorly in general being a woman in her formative years and after losing my son 8 months ago, I have even more trouble sleeping. Today was one of those days. After he woke me up, I began to read a book and at about 1:30am, he was done and so we went to sleep. Now my mind is racing and I begin to think about my son and his accident and now I'm in tears and going into full blown panic. The problem with that is that my granddaughter is sleeping next to me and unlike my husband, I don't want to wake her up so now I exit the room and find something to do. First, I fold the sheets that my daughter washed that evening before and then I go on Facebook to see who is still awake. A friend mentions she is going to blog and then recommends that if I'm going to be up, I should write a blog. Now here it is... MY BLOG. This is my FIRST BLOG. I will write an article a week about random thoughts that might be of value. Today's message is... set ground rules for what can and can't happen in your bedroom or do like a friend of mine suggests, get separate bedrooms. Now that my son's bedroom is empty, that might be an option so my husband better watch out. Let me know what you would do if you were in my sheets!!! Blessings, NancY