I'm working on day seven of sleep deprivation. If I've been weird or cranky this week, I'm gonna chalk it up to that. Married girls, do you know what I'm saying? It's really hard for me to go to sleep when hubs isn't there.
Now I realize that he sleeps more deeply that most people in comas, and that he starts a loud snore exactly 12 seconds after he turns out his light and his head hits the pillow (not an exaggeration, I've timed it), but there's something comforting about my big, dumb, blond Texan being in the bed next to me. Mostly, because I know when push comes to shove, that he could totally protect me from all enemies, foreign and domestic. But actually, it's habit. And the way my leg falls over his immediately, when we sleep is like, the BEST thing in the world..
Ahem. All mushiness aside, I've been getting offline about midnight, when no one is writing or I simply can't anymore, and then instead of sleeping, I go wandering around my house. I lay in bed and watch TV, do laundry, watch the lights of the Christmas tree... all manner of ridiculous things to be done in the wee hours of the morning. Last night, the last time I remember looking at the clock was around 1:15. And I thought, 'Oh, okay. Not bad. The boys might sleep til 7(*hysterical cackle*), and that's still decent.
Every morning, we are awakened by our sweet black labrador retriever, Katie, who in 2 short months, will be 10. She's better than an alarm clock, because at 6:00, it's time for Kate to eat. Like, RIGHT THEN. No, you may not go to the bathroom. No, you certainly may NOT make coffee. Because at that time every morning Katie reverts back to puppydom, jumping and swirling and tail wagging and whining, to to be fed her breakfast. So when that happened this morning, I walked blearily to the garage and put her special, expensive lamb and rice dog food in her bowl, because really, I LOVE Kate. I'd do just about anything for her. She's on the short list of creatures on the planet that I genuinely like. So I let her outside and stumble back to bed for the 4 minutes it usually takes her highness for her morning constitutional, and as I'm crashing back on the pillows, I catch a flash of the alarm clock.
That says 2:15 a.m.
I had been asleep for an HOUR. ONE BLOODY HOUR. I'd been HAD.
If you can have a murderous look on your face for a dog, I did when I let her back in. And she knew it too, she slunk in and curled up penitently at the foot of the bed, and was still and quiet, for the 12 seconds before she started snoring.
Anyway, The prodigal husband returns this afternoon, and I cannot wait. I've missed the big lug, and tonight, I'm going to revel in the fact that he's there and can sleep soundly for the fist time in a week.
But mostly, I'm happy because giving Katie her 6 am feeding is HIS job, y'all.
Thank the Lord.