Last night Kendall kept kicking me and doing these insane flip turns. I’m not sure whether he was the undisputed winner of some dream fight or if he was repeatedly getting thrown from a car. Either way I don’t know how he didn’t wake himself up. Finn’s sleep wasn’t so hot either and between the two of them I got very little sleep. I’m not one to take not sleeping lightly and I tend to hold a grudge toward those who wake me. I’m working on it. And this time, as I struggle to let go, I decided to turn this situation into a little middle of the night, too early in the morning, Me Time: a pot of tea, some knitting, my favorite yogurt while sitting in a cozy chair. While I was tired, surrounded outside by dark, and breathing through some intense frustration that I was not sleeping, this Me Time was a pleasant addition to the situation. And you know, it really did help.