Last night as I was ironing in the dark I burned my hand, which is what happens when you iron in the dark. Ok, ok, I wasn’t really ironing in the pitch dark but by the light of the closet in the darkened room as Isabelle slept. I realized after I burned myself that I am oftentimes in the dark, after Isabelle is asleep, watching tv or on the computer drawing. These are quiet things I can do while sitting by the bed in case she wakes up or starts to fuss.

You know, it can’t possibly be good for my eyes. Maybe I should just let her be and go into the other room. But then I run the risk of her fully waking up. And I dread that because it used to be so stressful and I wasn’t getting enough sleep. But that was before. What am I so afraid of? Maybe I’ll just start doing it.