at 5am when you can't sleep?
For years after I had my children, I would be creeping round the house at between 3 and 4 in the morning - unable to sleep til around 6. The last hour in bed often brought wonderful sleep with amazing dreams and I never felt I suffered because of lack of sleep.
Then, since moving to Spain, I seem to have grown out of this habit. I often wake at the same time but drift off without the need for a prowl. Tonight has been an exception and I'm down here now, with an active dwarf hamster (did I mention we now only have one? Technically speaking that is; this one carries the remains of her sister inside....that was a traumatic day. I can't really recommend having two hamsters...)
I have a lot on my mind. And we've had a few anxious moments but seem back on track again. It will be fine. I'm not just saying that.
But what I do when I'm prowling in the wee hours is to make a cup of nice, weak tea - preferably Lady Grey, but I've run out of that - and a sandwich. And my sandwich of choice is banana and Marmite on granary bread. I'm not alone in enjoying this particular combination - though I suspect we are a small and select bunch - and found this lovely write up on The Lady Bites blog.
And it's working its magic. I feel grounded again; safe; warm-tummied and yes, just a bit sleepy. Thank goodness it's Saturday and Mateo will take Darwin out in the morning...
Looking forward to a few sweet dreams now.