My dreams have not been restful of late

I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep lately. My brain does not stop just because I’ve declared bedtime. So I lay awake while thoughts sort and plan and fret. Eventually I do drift off. But then I wake up multiple times per night and feel great relief. I am relieved that I know exactly where all my children are, that I am an not late for anything, that I’m not expected to attend all the classes with all of my children simultaneously, that I haven’t packed all the wrong things, that I haven’t embarrassed myself publicly at Worldcon by hiding under the tables, that I haven’t forgotten to take the kids for their first day of school, that the roads between my house and Denver are not Suessian in design, that no one has a teacher who believes in humiliation as discipline, that all my clothes haven’t crawled out of my suitcases and hidden from me, that I still have time to get things done. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Two more weeks and then maybe I can rest peacefully again.