My sleep patterns are so strange. I’ve been falling asleep around 10:30-11 the last couple nights and sleeping through until 9. That’s like teenage Betsy’s sleep. Normally I’m up until at least 2-3 and up at 8. I’m not complaining, I guess the body has been desperately needing this sleep. That or smoking indica at night has been a miracle worker all of a sudden. Normally it would just take care of subtle aches and pains but I don’t know. We’ll see about it tonight.

This morning has consisted of coffee, Pearl Jam, and taking trips down memory lane. I love when my day starts out this way because I believe myself to be setting up a day as a steady path instead of a manic roller coaster. Thing is, I know I am manic. I’m testing out different ways to combat it. It’s so weird what can trigger a “manic attack,” as I like to call them. What’s weird is there is a YouTuber I watch and she is major bipolar and when she is manic in her videos it’s almost like I feed off of it and then I can feel the adrenaline rush in my veins and I’m like…”Well shit…here we go again.”

Eddie just greeted me with a sleepy grin and a, “Good Morning, Mommy!” My little world all bundled up in his favorite snowman blanket. He is laying here, head in hands, and watching me as I type this. It’s so adorable and making all the warm fuzzies present inside. He triggers our two littles, Yasmine and Tyler. I can already feel them wanting play time. A trigger for Yasmine is putting on Vampirina on Disney Plus. Which I’m thinking may happen here in just a minute. I’ve got wee one begging me to go and play so I’m cutting it here. Have a good marnin y’all. -Bets w/littles watching