Dread

Dread is a feeling I have lived with for almost all of my life. I remember feeling it when I lived in Idaho as a little girl. I didn't know why I felt like that. I just knew something bad was happening or going to happen.
I have had this feeling since Saturday night. I can't shake it. I don't know why.
I don't know if it is the weather, hormones or just something someone is projecting on to me.
It could be Rod. He is a bishop and he has had a number of interviews. He comes home grumpy. He also has had to pour concrete at work and it is the tale end of the project so he comes home grumpy. He does not think he is, but he is.
It could be my children. Terra has been stressed with all of her photo shots. Jennica cannot sleep in her house because she wakes up not being able to breathe. Then she plays her game and does not realize that it will actually keep her awake. It has something to do with the lights. I've tried to talk to her. This morning didn't go well.
She told me I don't understand how it feels not being able to sleep. I have suffered from insomia for years. But I've learned to keep boring books near my bed so I can fall asleep faster. I have also trained my brain not to think about the day, but to day dream. Think of what if's. Let it just circle and before you know it, I'm fast asleep.
I wonder if this feeling of dread has to do with worry in general.
No the nest is not exactly empty. It still has feathers in it from my chicks. I see them and wonder what they are doing and if they are OK and what I can do to help. But I can't. It's time for them to spread their wings and just fly or crash.