Thursday, June 5, 2008

Insomnia Is a Nasty Bed Mate

It's one of those nights for me again.  Fall asleep like a ton of bricks and then just a few short hours later I am wide awake.  I turn to the left, flip the pillow for the cool side and wait.  Nothing.  Flip to the right, accidentally punch Jeremy in the face, he startles and groggily says, "What the hell was that?"  

"Just me punching you." He relaxes and drifts off to sleep as if being punched in the jaw by your wife at two AM is the most natural occurrence.  

Flip, sigh, wait for sleep.  Flip, sigh, wait for sleep.  It avoids me like Gandhi avoids food  at a buffet.

Fairway watches me from his place on the floor by my side of the bed, trying to decide if he loves me enough to get up with me  if I do.  I can't take it anymore so I get up.  Apparently, he doesn't love me enough.  I'll forgive him this time, but only because he's about to have an eyeball ripped out of his head.  

I clean up the kitchen and feed Jack a sausage with  this warning:  I swear to God if you crap on the floor from this sausage I am going to make a collar out of Fairway's eyeball and you shall wear it for the rest of your life.  A life which will be drastically reduced due to the flogging I will give you with Tickle Me Elmo!  He doesn't seem to hear me, and the sausage is gone in seconds.

I fold two loads of laundry and watch some weird TV.

The intermittent thump of bugs on the screen of the window behind me is an eerie backdrop to the dead calm of these pre-dawn hours.  I hate being awake like this.

Jeremy stumbles out of our room squinting and says, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I just can't sleep."

"Can I do anything for you?"

(Stay with me, talk to me, watch a movie with me, pet my hair like I am your lap dog) "No, but thank you, that's sweet."

He turns around and shuffles back to our room.  The punching wasn't so bad then, eh?  He has to get up in two hours and  will see patients almost non stop until he comes home. 

Now the question arises, to drink or not to drink coffee?  The possibility still exists that I may fall asleep before Elsbeth wakes up, but would it be worth it?

I say let's get crazy!  I'm gonna get all jacked up on coffee and then redbull smoothies and make Jeremy and Ellie breakfast fit for a king, and a tiny little princess with ringlets of spun gold.  

I will leave you with this song that I absolutely can't play enough.  I am still dumbfounded at how such an angelic voice could come out of the man that is Aaron Neville.  He looks like he'd win in a fight against Mike Tyson.  But then again, just listen to Mike Tyson.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's amazing the things that I can find to do between the hours of 2 and 4 a.m. when the sleep genie has passed me by. Here's hoping you get a full eight hours of sleep tonight!