Dusting Off Goals and Burning Imagination

Yesterday was a nice day. Kevin and I played outside for a while, and I worked on accomplishing some dusty new year's goals. I decided to pull them back out and wipe them off. I got most of them done, and that was pretty nice. I hadn't thought about them in a while, but it was nice to work on them again. I guess since the year's half over, it's time to have a look at what I still need to work on.

Last night I had a really hard time sleeping. Part of it was that Kevin took forever to fall asleep last night. Or at least, it seemed like forever. It took him an hour to settle down and finally fall asleep in his bed, but it finally happened.

However, as I laid down on our makeshift bed on the floor, my mind began to race.

The first thing that I thought about was how to transition off the floor of Kevin's room, which led to this horrific (imagined) scene where he was in his room alone and I woke up to find the apartment on fire. Knowing that my baby was on the other side of the bedroom door, I opened the door, even though they tell you not to do that. Then I ran through the fire to open his bedroom door so I could rush in. In this imagined scene, Grig followed me. Most of the flames were in the hall and the living room, blocking our exit. How were we to get out?

My hair was possibly all burned off at this point too, because I had raced through the flames in order to reach my baby.

I contemplated the three of us putting the comforter over our heads and running through the flames to the door. That might protect us long enough to get out of the house. Then, I thought about running to the bathroom across the hall and turning on the water. Could we put the fire out ourselves?

Sometimes I hate my imagination.

Needless to say, all these thoughts caused me to be wide-awake and no longer sleepy. I decided after laying there for another hour that I might as well get up. I made Grig lunch for the next day and then went to work on a new project. It's a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself. However, I want to keep this one under-wraps until I finish with it. I'm pretty excited about it. It is another animation (and don't worry I haven't forgotten about Dragon and the Wolf), but completely different.

After working on the new project for a while, I went back to bed. Kevin slept for a long time in his bed last night, and honestly, I don't remember when he joined us on the floor. Hopefully tonight, we can move out of his room.

We just need to borrow a baby monitor to assuage our fears.