I was in my bed tucked in like a bug in a rug by 10pm last night. This.never.happens. Usually at 10pm I'm changing over laundry, putting stuff in the dishwasher, checking Owen's homework. But never...ever am I tucked into bed. Going on Pea's theory that I could be coming down with something after my jetsetter trip to NYC, I decided I should try and get some sleep. Kev-head was at some Ducks Unlimited dinner, the boys were in bed...the plan was brilliant. I think I actually fell asleep before 11 - Kev-head came home and almost burst my sleep bubble. Because, you see, I am my mother's daughter. In so many ways as we've discussed before...but this one is a killer. If I get to the point where I'm in that hazy, almost asleep not really awake point? Don't touch me, don't talk to me, don't look at me, hell...don't even THINK about me. Because if you do, and I wake all the way up? I'm done. No sleep for me. It's all over and a good night's rest is just a dream. HA! Get it? Just a dream?
Okay, so it wasn't THAT good. Anyway...
Luckily I wasn't quite on the bubble, so when Kevin came home, I could drift off fairly quickly. Plus I was determined. Plus I was exhausted, as we discussed yesterday.
I did wake up once - which is also strange for me. But I was all bundled up having been freezing all night long - and at 4 am - I was on fire. Now I know our digital thermometer thingy isn't set to blast heat at 4am, so I don't know what was going on, but I had to strip my sleepy socks and my sweater (yes, it's true, in the winter I sleep in a cardigan, I'm truly that cold. Kevin is a lucky, lucky man, I say)
Owen and I had this whole conversation about sleep last night...he said that night before last he woke up at 11pm and then again at 3am. And then last night (actually yesterday morning) he woke up at 6am and thought "oh great, I can sleep for 30 more minutes" - only that 30 minutes went by like *snap* that and Alex was shouting "Owen! Are you awake??? OWEN! WAKE UP!" and he felt like he didn't get 30 more minutes, he only got like 2 more minutes. So disappointing. So he asked me what the worst wake up I've ever had is...
Huh. That's a tough one. Thoughts of late nights drinking and having to get up for work came to mind, but I don't think that's an appropriate conversation for my 9 year old. So I said something about everytime I wake up 30 minutes before my alarm goes off being the worst wake up ever...and he agreed. Much healthier conversation for us.
What's your worst wake up story?
PS...check out Alex's blog - sometimes he's funny.
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Here, have some wine.
Thank you dear...I think I will. Actually it's bowling night, so I'll probably be having some beers.
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