I'm not sure if this actually happens to other adults, but I occasionally have those wake up screaming type nightmares - the ones you have as a kid. Mine are one of two these days - my recurring one where I slowly go blind for no apparently reason, or something nebulous but terrifying about my child.
3am today was the time for one of the latter. I can't pinpoint exactly what happened to G in it, but it was sufficient to scare the crap out of me. I hate that - it's like your Mom adrenaline kicks into high gear while you're sleeping. This resulted in me being WIDE awake - thankfully I always have a book on my nightstand...the current on is one of the Sue Grafton series ("T for Tresspass")...needless to say, Ms. Grafton and I spent some quality time together in the wee hours of a windy, lightly snowy morning.
I had just finally drifted back to sleep when Hubby started moving around. He is an exercise addict and spends most weekday mornings getting up between 4:30 and 4:45 so he can endure some endless amount of time on the elliptical, treadmill, or beating himself with free weights. This is why he just spent the last 2.5 months mostly non-ambulatory, but no amount of injury is sufficient to knock some sense into him.
What he was doing - I do not know - because he came back to bed! 5-6am is my time to languish comfortably in our queen sized bed - ALONE. The guy is 6 feet tall but apparently his arms and legs are more like 20 feet long and, oh, there are 75 of them.
Needless to say, I was disappointed...then he popped up again. This time it was to kick the cat out of the room. Because of his ridiculous schedule, Mr Meowgi (not his real name but what we call him - part Siamese and part Maine Coon - the cat is about 50 feet long and never shuts the hell up) is accustomed to his disgustingly vile cup of wet cat food at 4:45am. This results in disturbed sleep for me:
- every Saturday and Sunday
- any day Hubby "sleeps in"
- any time Hubby is traveling
Mr. Meowgi has been known to attempt to hurl his 23 lb body against our bedroom door in an effort to obtain said food - which, by the way, is stored 2 floors down in the basement - but today he relented quickly, allowing me to drift off for another 20 minutes, until which time Hubby decided he couldn't fall back to sleep and began his morning routine.
Did I mention he walks like a herd of elephants attacking a bag of peanuts?!?!?
SIGH.
Side note/recommendation - Never have a dog and a cat at the same time if you hope to only feed the cat dry food - long after the dog has passed, you will be shell out some hideously large amount of cash for small cups of disgusting, wet, gloppy, gaggable crap for said fat cat.
With my day off to a bang, it only spiraled downhill from there. Thankfully, the powers that be in G's school district didn't let the 2/3 inch of snow deter them from opening school on time. Thank heavens - 2 delays in 1 week would push me over the edge.
I stopped for my Friday treat at Dunkin' Donuts, only to spill some of it all over my car door on my way in to work - didn't realize that until I went out to get lunch and saw it, nicely sticky and gross, all over the door. Oh boy.
My one shining moment is that I DID speak up - or at least attempt to. Appointment for said speaking up looms on Tuesday - we shall see.
My day ended with G teaching me a new card game. Riddle me this - how do kids learn to cheat at games so adeptly? Within 5 minutes of explaining the game to me and playing, he was cheating. Now - my kid will be 8 in a couple of months and mostly hangs out with kids about 2 years older (he's an ancient soul, not unlike his mother - poor kid) - so I assume the cheating is a defense mechanism against the older kids outwitting him.. HOWEVER, he's been doing this since he was 4. My child...oh wait...he comes from a long line of game-cheaters. Perhaps that explains it. And yes, anyone who knows Hubby's family knows that I speak the truth. ;-)
Kidlet is now in bed and Hubby is watching a show I don't like and don't understand but has the woman who played some character whose name escapes me in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" in it. Ah...oh...her name is Eliza Dushku - not spelled right undoubtedly. He loves her. Hence the drooling. All I know is the show makes my brain hurt. But sense the theme?
I only exercised my brain and my heartstrings today. No body. I hope to get ice skating on Sunday - the ice is borderline but it's COLD tonight and isn't supposed to get above freezing tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me - I am missing ice time - love it!!!
I am off to attempt to either put down an inch of sock or finish my friend Rachel's scarf. We'll see. Hoping for some good knitting this weekend - with that bitter cold, seems appropriate.
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