Long Night

Some mornings I feel I have nothing to give, that I would rather just stay in bed. Last night I woke from a bad dream at 2:30, and starting thinking about my dad, and Ed's health, and the possibility he may go to India for a business trip, and as a result was unable to go back to sleep until almost 5. Of course at that point the baby started crying out every few minutes, so I got up to give her some motrin at 5:15 (she is trying to push out her first molar), and nurse her in hopes that she would sleep for a couple more hours. I did fall back asleep, but then Ed got up at 6, and N came in 5 minutes later. I rather sharply told him to leave me alone, and go downstairs. I tried to sleep, but gave up at 6:40 and took a shower instead. Now I am facing my day with the kids with very few reserves of energy and wondering how I am going to make it to lunch. I think it will be with equal parts prayer and coffee.