Remember when you prayed for dry nights when your kids were little? Or maybe you still do. Prayers change upon aging. Now I'm praying for a dry night for myself. Oh, I don't have a potty problem. The problem is sweat.
I had read about it. Friends told me about it. But none of that knowledge had prepared me for the reality of waking up on a sweaty pillow with my hair sticking to my neck. Being forewarned doesn't prepare you for digging in a drawer for dry PJs at 2 am. Head knowledge is doesn't tell you how your hair will look after tossing and turning all night searching for a cool spot on the sheets in January.
Job said "Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?"
Now I know why so many women take morning showers.
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.