WordPress asked me:
What keeps you up at night?
And I, of course, thought of something rude.
I don’t know why that is. I mean, I’m not a teenager anymore. Rather an almost forty-year-old woman.
But I still manage to misread signs wherever I go, and not because I’m dyslexic. Although, two of my children are. They have inherited that from their father and not from me.
I know I’m not dyslexic because my misreading always shows me to be a fantasist. Or immature. Take your pick. Like I notice the swear words in wrongly broken down syllables or the other day, I read on my site the number 5 from my stats, then the word million from a post title and lobbed them together with the word views (at least also from stats) and, of course, gave myself a near heart attack from the sheer excitement of the moment.
5 million views.
Not only because my highest hitting post so far has only 106 hits. But the million part would also be in numerical form, wouldn’t it?
What keeps me up at night (and in this context I mean actually being up, as in not having gone to bed) is the fact that my mind ping pongs awake the moment all the children are, finally, off to sleep.
And once I’m in bed, I’m kept awake both by the not-so-gentle snores of my husband and the ramblings of my incessant mind.