think of me

as you sit there, like me, pondering the questions of life, think of me.
think of me waking up at 430 to a coughing, teeth grinding, wiggly little girl who was snuggled up in my bed. she does this. coughs her little lungs out. since she was a year old, she has coughed so hard that she would make herself throw up. shes used to it, the whole thing is no big deal to her -- but to her momma it is always a big deal. (even a bigger deal when she wakes me up at 430...) i keep thinking she will grow out of it, but so far she has not. i know its allergies and drainage and blah blah blah, nothing to be all that concerned about. anyway, i was awake and thinking about all the things that i think about. i did go back to sleep, and now i dont remember what most of my riveting questions were. i had all intentions of writing to you about them with hopes that you had the answers.

after my balanced breakfast of a cup of coffee and a no-bake cookie, i seem to have lost all focus. i have no idea why. i cant remember what i was thinking about 3 hours and a few dreams ago.
that little boy came in and announced that he had peed on his bed and in his pajamas. he asked if he needed to change clothes. i said yes.
sissy came in and announced that she had been coughing and sleeping in my bed. yes, i know.

if only those 430 musings were so easy and obvious as these.