
sleep … such and interesting notion, i think … and the thing is, we all seem to do it so differently. camden, for example, can fall asleep at the drop of a hat and stay asleep all night. he rarely remembers his dreams and will quite frequently mumble strange words or have entire conversations with no recollection of any of it the next morning. i, on the other hand, have a very hard time falling asleep and will often lay in bed for hours going over and over to do lists and/or just replay any number of nonsensical things that may pop into my head, having no real matter to the moment at hand, keeping my unwilling body awake anyway. i, unlike camden, quite frequently remember my dreams and have had more nightmares in my lifetime than i could ever count.

while we were in moab, i got a legitimate dream catcher … not one primarily to be used as decoration, but a real dream catcher made by hand, by a woman named sarah, a beautiful native american woman. i hung it above our bed in the hope that it might actually catch a few of those nightmares before i can actually dream them.

on our way home from our trip, camden came down with some sort of nasty cold. luckily, i have yet to catch it, but camden sleeping with this particular kind of sickness has always proved to be a little interesting for me to say the least. he has been
knocking himself out with nyquil most nights to help him sleep, which has for some reason enhanced his sleep talking quite a bit. between this, the snoring, and the sudden outbursts of coughing … well, it’s been hard for me to really get much sleep at all, let alone have any dreams to speak of. the thing about sleep is, i’m one of those people who seems to need it to function properly … and when i don’t get enough of it, i turn into a irritable grump whose patience has gone right out the window. so grumpy i’ve been for the past few days, and let me just say, arguments can strike up rather quickly between a tired sick person and a tired tired person. feeling badly about this, last night i decided to make camden a home cooked meal, something he loves and something i rarely do (but should do more). i had bought some handsome carrots five or six days prior, mostly because they just looked extra enticing, and still had yet to use them. i found a beautifully simple and wildly delicious recipe online and cooked them up for us as part of our dinner …
p.s. remind me to tell you all about them later … they helped relax all of our grumpy tension and breathe for a minute. i wish i could say neither of us were crabby the rest of the night but it wouldn’t be true … however, the end of our sick and sleepless nights look to be ending soon … we are keeping our fingers crossed anyway!