Got Sleep?

I wish there were 37 hours in the day. I never have enough time to do everything I need to do, and I never get enough sleep. Of course, it doesn't help that at 10:00 pm at night I'm sitting here on my computer. Not to mention that after I finish this, I'll stay up reading even though I'm exhausted. I love to read. If I could get paid per page read, I would easily be a millionaire. There are few forms, actually there is no form, of entertainment I like more than reading. Even when I sit down to watch a movie at home, I'll often read while watching it. It doesn't work out well. I rarely have a clue what's going on with the movie.

But back to the main topic, my exhaustion. Why am I exhausted you ask? Well other than the fact that I spend 99% of my life in some varying state of tiredness, Andrew came wandering into our room at 1:45 this morning. Normally, I have rules about him sleeping in our bed. Actually, it's just one rule. He doesn't sleep in our bed (unless he's sick . . . I'm not as mean as I sound). But at 1:45 this morning I happened to be sleeping very well, and wasn't very coherent. Since I was sleeping so well, and was too lazy tired to deal with a screaming 3 year old, I let him crawl over me and into bed. Mistake. Of course, that woke me up, and then I had to use the restroom. So I got up to use the restroom, and because my cat has some sort of sixth sense, he knew I was out of bed and started scratching to be let inside. When I finally made it back to my bed (after 3 or 4 minutes) I found that Andrew was firmly planted in my spot. So I shoved him over gently moved him to the middle of the bed and settled in to go back to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, Andrew decided to dig his tiny little three year old toes right into my back. Thanks Buddy, really appreciate that. I rearranged his legs, got comfortable again, and started drifting off to dreamland. Just as I had reached the edge of blissful sleep the child sits up and throws his self across my legs. I immediately had flashbacks to sleeping with my younger sister when I was a child and how she would throw all of her dead weight on top of me in the middle of the night and then lay there. I could never get her off because I wasn't strong enough. I instead would lay there with my legs pinned down and call my mother until she finally came to my rescue. Scary. Needless to say, I once again placed Andrew in the middle of the bed, and then of course the cat has to come plant his cat self right on the other side of me so that I'm wedged a bit uncomfortably between the two of them. Just as I started to drift off again . . . can you see where this is going? Well, if you can't, let's just say that Andrew threw himself across my legs numerous times. Like so many I lost count (and please understand he was asleep during all this). This went on for over two hours. In addition to all this fun, the cat decided that last night would be a good night to sharpen his claws on the side of our mattress. I think there was some sort of conspiracy to keep me from sleeping (and tear up my mattress). I finally fell back asleep around 4 a.m. and of course had to get up before six. And this is why I think the 11th commandment should be "Thou shalt sleep in thine own bed".

And for those of you wondering, Patrick was completely unaware that any of this was going on.

Good night everyone!