Sleepless in Connecticut

So, it's been a long time since I've posted anything on my blog. I'm not too sure why. Maybe I don't spend as much time in front of the computer as I used to. Maybe when I looked back at what I had written last year, it all seemed so dark and depressing, or perhaps I just began to wonder if all of it really mattered afterall. I guess that I began writting down thoughts because I wanted to remember exactly what I was feeling at the time that I was going through events. That's exactly what I was thinking about at 4:30 this morning-Katelyn's request of an entry.
My typical Sunday night- 10:00 shower, dry hair, crawl into bed at about 11. I read for a short time and then picked up a Sadoku and was so pleased to finish one off in about 10 minute-unlike some that get held over till the next night because I'm stumped.So,the light goes off at 11:30 not too bad for me. I fell quickly into a deep sleep. No problem till about 3:00-I wake up, look over and see Justin's tv on, get up and go into his room to shut it off. Still quite typical and can usually fall back asleep. Not last night though! I tossed and turned, and tossed and turned and he snored and snored. I don't kick anymore, I just say "You're snoring" to wake Charlie, so that he stops. Then I heard a noise above my head. I got up to see if it was rainig hard-it wasn't. Could it be a mouse or a squirrel in the atic? Then I thought of the AC vent not too far above my bed. Wouldn't it be really awful if a mouse could work its way through that vent- ahh but we have a cat. However, when I look down at the cat I can see that he is sound asleep at the foot of our bed. The noise stops, but then the snoring resumes. Loud snorts. Why can't he just breath like normal? It's not that hard- breath in, breath out. He didn't do that when we were visiting Katelyn. Her pillows are wicked plump. He didn't snore there. Maybe the high pillows closed off some of his windpipe-now there's a sadistic idea. No, I wouldn't close off his windpipe- but I'll bet he'd stop snoring. I've always told him that he should sleep with one eye open- I could reach my breaking point. Perhaps I should get him a new higher pillow, I thought. After all he has been sleeping with a stupid Mike-n-Ike pillow for years. Can't think of any other grown man that sleeps with a green pillow shaped like a giant box of candy.
So, now it's getting toward 4:00 and I'm starting to get mad. When I get mad I start having hot flashes. I toss and turn and throw the covers off and then 10 minutes later freeze. I'm hot- no, I'm on fire- then I'm shivering. Then I see Charlie get up. The bathroom? The sofa? NOOOOOOOOOO. I look down and see him on his knees playing with the cat. Oh Lord, give me strength. After that, he gets back in bed and quickly fall back to sleep- I mean within seconds the snoring resumes. Now, the cat gets up and walks around(literally walks on us), except I don't want that moose to settle on my legs. So, I start to move my legs back and forth like I'm running in the bed so that he goes away. Then I notice how nice and smooth my legs came out using a new razor. Now I start to think about my Dad- I can't remember what he looked like when he walked without effort. That upsets me-another hot flash. Then I think about my kids- I love them so, and am so proud of their progress. I give thanks for my many blessings. Toss,turn,toss,turn- ahh that feels good to smoosh my face into my pillow, but not too hard or I'll get deeper wrinkles. Finally at 4:30 it dawns on me that I should just keep repeating my mantra. Why didn't I think of that a long time ago. And so, Mr Sandman came at last.