You probably don’t know this, but I can be a little dark and twisted. While I’d like to say it’s from sleep deprivation, it’s not. No, my friends and I have always been a bit…morbid. Since high school. At least.
And then comes the sleep deprivation and entertaining 2 toddlers all day. And singing nursery rhymes on repeat.
It’s cloudy today, but likely won’t rain. It never seems to here. But it makes me think of rain. And when I think of rain, I think of the nursery rhyme:
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed and bumped his head
And couldn’t get up in the morning.
And when I end up singing it over and over and over and over and over… Well, things take a dark turn.
Why couldn’t he get up in the morning?
I think he died during the night. After all, he was old and bumped his head. Sure, he started off snoring. But then he died. And couldn’t get up in the morning.
Yup, I’m a little twisted.
And I need need something new to sing.