My last normal weekend was March 6th through 8th. My son and I always have movie nights on Fridays. I am a single mother with three jobs, but always made sure I had Tuesdays and Fridays off specifically for my son. Tuesdays are discounted movie theatre ticket days. Cheap tickets, a bucket of popcorn and a large Coke to share was our night out. Fridays consisted of stopping at Wal-Mart to rummage through their $3 to $5 movie bins, then a stop the Dollar Tree for snacks, then home to watch the movie we just picked out and eat junk food for dinner. These were our nights in, and they were my favorite. You have to enjoy the little things right?
Rain. Thunder. Lightning so bright it looks like the sun is out, but it only lasts a second each time. The thunder reminds me of the growling sound my stomach is currently making. It's one o'clock in the morning. I cannot sleep. An ambulance passes by making my decision to give up trying to sleep. Insomnia is the worst. I remember when I was a child thunder storms were so soothing that I fell asleep in seconds. Now I find myself two weeks into being thirty, irritated at the storm and my mind. It always wants to wander the most when I have a dire need for sleep. I have to wake up in a few hours to get ready for work. Thank goodness it's our slow season. I'm not sure I have the strength to lift large, heavy car parts for eight hours with no sleep. Did I mention that I need sleep? "SLEEP!" I shout. "SLEEP! FOR THE LOVE OF A HIGHER POWER, CAN I PLEASE SLEEP?!" There's silence as I scan my dark room trying to adjust my eyes; thunder and lightning yell again. I guess that's a no.