Yep, I did it. Two-for-one blog post tonight.
Remember…my blog, my rules.
I’m playing catch up and making it easy, because my fitness tracker is starting to scold me. It’s been a week of averaging 5.5 hours of sleep a night, long days at work, after work meetings, kids’ activities, trying to catch up on house work and prepare for a very busy June. After not even getting home until almost 9:30 last night, I’m taking things easy and leaving you with this…
And now, it’s time for bed–a full 8 hours of bliss. I’ll catch you on the flip side. 🙂
So we’re going on day 3 or so of Stevie making fun of me for my latest sleepwalking episode. Well, there wasn’t so much walking this time. Instead, I was dreaming that Stevie and I and the kids were out somewhere together. It was some sort of performance or maybe even a church serve. The kids were getting a little restless and starting to make some noise so I caught Cadence’s attention and gave her the signal to quiet down.
That lasted all of a minute or two, and then the little boogers started to get loud again. There were two empty chairs between us, so I reached out, tapped the chair next to me and then snapped my fingers twice to get their attention and give them a very stern “quiet down or you’re going to be in trouble” sort of Mom look.
But at the sound of the snapping, I was suddenly awake, lying in bed, and Stevie was looking over at me asking what I was doing. Apparently I’d tapped him firmly on the chest and snapped my fingers in his face.
There’s seriously nothing more embarrassing than waking up the person next to you with your weird sleepwalking antics. I’m never going to live down the 4-5 consecutive nights in a row this past August when I woke Stevie by getting up out of bed and trying to lead tour groups around the house and speaking in my best game show host voice.
Hey, at least he can never say that life with me is dull, right?
I know. I know. I make the some complaint just about every year but dammit people. If we agree on nothing else, can we all agree to set our clocks forward one last time and then never, ever touch them again.
Pretty, pretty please?
I’m already mentally preparing myself for the ridiculousness that tomorrow will bring–waking up at the usual time but having to accept the fact that it’s now an hour later, the kids fighting bedtime (and Henry fighting nap time) because their little bodies know it shouldn’t be time yet, and my crazy hound dog harassing me ALL FREAKIN’ DAY to eat because her regularly-scheduled meal times suddenly don’t match up with her internal food clock.
It’s no wonder we tend to see an uptick in strokes and heart attacks on this day each year. I feel one coming on just thinking about it.
So, I better go ahead and give up for the night because tomorrow there is hell to pay. Sleep well friends!
It was a long day. And now, kicked back in the recliner, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open. I may have even nodded off for a few seconds.
Oh yeah, I did. I definitely did.
You know what that means? Time to give it up for today.