Billie (age 9) is still awake, tortured by the usual thoughts that plague young children at this hour (and this hour alone, it seems 😏🙄).
B: “Mom, I can’t sleep. I’m worried.”
Me: “About what, love?”
B: “I’m worried that there’s nothing to look forward to. Great things have happened this weekend. But there’s nothing planned for the future. I can’t sleep knowing there’s nothing to look forward to.”
Me: “Um. Ok. How ’bout this- go write down 5 things you’d like to happen this week. Then write down five things you’d like to happen in the next ten years. This will give us some goals to look forward to- and we will conquer them together. Sound good?”
B: (smiles) “Sounds great!”
I have been played y’all. BIG TIME.
**Anyone got Betty White connects?? Because, like, I feel like my whisky soaked mouth just wrote a check my sober ass can’t cash.**