I’ll Never Be Well Rested…

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I had high hopes for last night. The Hubs told us at dinner that he had to be out of the house at 3:45 am for work. While I felt badly for him, I was thrilled for me. Since he had to go to bed uber-early, the TV would be all mine plus I could sleep in. Normally I’m up at 4:55 am during the week to work out, but if he wasn’t home, I could sleep in until 7 when we had to start getting ready for school.  Heaven.

The night started out promising- the kids went down to bed easily, the Hubs soon followed at 9 and I got to catch up on Nikita (don’t judge me). The show ended at 9:45, so I figured I’d read for 30 minutes and go to bed.  An hour later, I finally put the book down and crawled into bed at 10:45, giddy that I could get 8 hours and 15 minutes of sleep.

Not quite. This is how my night went:

12:36 am: I was being poked lightly on my cheek. When I woke up, the Bean was standing there. She wasn’t wearing the PJs I put her to bed in, she just had on thick white tights. I tried not to pee my pants in fear.  I get over it, get her back in bed and hop back into my bed- my spot was still warm. Annoying, but not the end of the world.

12:45: I put the Bean back to bed again, this time after singing her 4 songs, getting her clean tissues and turning on her bedside light. My spot in bed is no longer warm and I’m not feeling as charitable towards my child as I was the first time.

1:49: Crazy, our dog, is at the top of the stairs barking. I stumble out of bed as quick as I can so she doesn’t wake anyone else.  I take her back down stairs and see that our cable box is uploading new software. This happens a few times a month- the cable box shuts itself off and runs through a variety of programing, making little clicking noises each time it does.  Crazy hears these clicking noises and loses her mind. So I have to put her outside and wait for the damn thing to cycle through. 11 minutes later, it’s done and the freaking dog doesn’t want to come back in. So I’m standing on my back porch in my night gown reeling in my dumb dog by her run line muttering every name in the book towards this creature. Clearly, I’m not at all amused.

3:10: The alarm goes off. The Hubs has the courtesy to turn it off really quickly so I roll over and go back to bed without too much of a problem.

3:47: The Hubs wakes me up to kiss me goodbye. So sweet but that doesn’t stop me from imaging the ways I want to hurt him because he woke me up.

4:23: Scorch wake up with a bad dream. Something about the X-Men, a box and a bad guy. I frankly don’t care, so I mentally threaten him within an inch of his all the while soothing him to get him to go back to bed.  I grab his pillow pet and one of his blankets that is two inches too short and lay down on his floor because by that time I’m ready to fall asleep standing up. He blessedly falls back asleep just as I lose feeling in my arms from laying on the floor and I’m back in my bed by 4:35.

6:00: Scorch is up for the day! Which means I’m up for a few minutes while I get him settled in front of the TV. I’ve got 1 more hour before I have to get up- I’m not wasting a minute of it.

6:44: The Bean is up for the day.  Of course she is.

That is why I’m more exhausted on my day to sleep in than I have been in a long while. *yawn*

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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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  1. Ohh have I had nights like that. So disappointing! Btw, I got the Wake Up owl on Amazon, and it’s still working like a CHARM!

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