What a crazy night! I was dumb enough to finish a diet Pepsi at 11pm and it was IMPOSSIBLE to get to sleep. I finally decided to go to bed around 2am although I was still not tired. I said my prayers, no luck falling asleep, I read a little, no luck, finally I decided just to close my eyes and slip into sleep, no luck. I finally fell asleep around 3am only to awake WIDE EYED and FREAKED OUT at 3:30.
The wind blew and I woke up (usually I can sleep through the loudest storms) and I could swear I saw someone walk past the bedroom door! Gibby was zonked out at the foot of my bed and I laid there until 4, staring at the door and praying praying praying that nothing would walk through it. Finally I had enough of the waiting and decided to take Gibby and go to Mom and Dad's. I had to carry the sleeping doggie to the car, all along leaving a trail of bright lights behind me so I would be sure to see anything lurking. When we got to my parents' house, Gibby was bright eyed and excited to be at her favorite place to play. I had to grab hold of her collar and tried to silently open the front door. Of course, in my mind, this went smooth as silk. I knew my parents would be in their normal sleeping quarters (Mom on the basement couch, Dad on the living room couch) and I was sure I could sneak in unnoticed.
We almost made it, but just as we were almost past the couch, their dog, Jake started howling from the garage because he knew his buddy, Gibby, was in the house. Dad about fell off the couch when he heard the dog and caught us creeping towards their always empty bedroom. They bought a brand new pillowtop mattress and haven't been able to sleep on the nice and soft thing without waking up with stiff backs. Guess they should have kept the 30 year old creaker that they somehow managed to sell to some hillbillies! (Mom cried as they drove away from it!) I apologized for waking him up and slipped into the room, closing the door behind us. Of course the bathroom door was open and Gibby bolted in and through the door connecting to the living room. I ran in just in time to see her licking Dad's face and doing her best to wake him up. OOPS!
I brought her back into the bedroom and made sure both doors were closed before releasing her. I laid down in the bed and willed myself to sleep as I could hear her sniffing her nosey nose all over that room. She finally hopped up with me and plopped down when I heard Mom come up the stairs, ask Dad what was going on, and hear his mumbled, grumbled reply "Shell, can't sleep, woke me up, dog." That last word came out kind of snarly and I pretended to be asleep as Mom poked her head in to check on me.
I got about half an hour of restless sleep before I decided Jace would be home from work soon enough for me to brave our scary house. We drove back home, crashed on the couch with the t.v. on, and I've been awake ever since. My hour or so of sleep is somehow holding me in an awkward dance between awake and glazed. Is it bad that I am ready for bed, at 8:30 am??
Good NIGHorning : )
