I have a little black book.
I stays closed by my bed until we have something to talk about. My clicky pen attached, the ribbon marker holding the next blank page, and the elastic band keeping our conversations from leaking.
This is where I put the thoughts that may keep me up at night.
Like this...I often lay awake watching the ceiling fan fling around all the things I didn't get done that day. So one night I made two lists. What I Did and What I Didn't. Just to stop it from splattering all over my walls.
Then I closed my eyes comfortably; because the black book told me I was a dork. The length of my did list very clearly illustrated the fatal flaw of my tired mommy eyes...they tend to blur the done and fixate on the not done. Sharpening the image, until I can't stop staring.
I'm grateful now I can watch my fan fling the did. I'd much rather wake up with that all over my face.