This morning I got up around 6:30 when Rory climbed into bed next to me. Instead of just lying there, he stared at me while I tried to get a couple more minutes of sleep. That’s worse than having him talking or watching TV because I could feel his eyes burning into my soul. It was unnerving.
Getting up at 6:30 isn’t a big deal. I prefer sometime after 7:00, but I’m usually asleep by 9:30…10:30 at the latest. Yes, I require 8 to 9 hours of sleep a night, which I did get last night, but I was just a little slower to wake up today.
Kamryn woke up around 7:00 and once both children were fed and dressed, we headed over to my brother’s house where my treadmill is currently residing. I ran my 5 miles, but the last mile was tough. I could have slowed down, but I just wanted to get it over with. I had already been on that treadmill for 40 minutes and I could handle another 10 minutes, but 11 minutes? Out of the question.
Once we got home, I gave the kids a snack and jumped in the shower. When I got out, I found Rory asleep on the couch. It was 10:30 in the morning. I got some water and I was suddenly extremely tired. I laid down on the couch and was out within a couple of minutes.
I’m not sure how much time had passed, but Rory was standing in front of me with a Spongebob stuffed animal. When I opened my eyes, he handed Spongebob to me to snuggle with.
I took that sponge and fell right back to sleep. I woke up again at 11:20, Spongebob still in my arms. Kamryn was sleeping on my legs and Rory was back on the other end of the couch, awake, but very much in a relaxing pose. If I didn’t have all the windows and balcony door open, I would have thought that there was a carbon monoxide leak.
I’m going to blame Rory for making us all so tired. He never falls asleep that early – he can almost always hold off until at least 2:30. Seeing him all curled up on the couch with his blanket just looked too inviting for me not to give it a try. I have not taken a nap forever – and never as early as 10:30.
Once I finally got up, my legs were so stiff from not moving for almost an hour. I could barely walk, but I did get up and I slowly started to feel refreshed. I ate some lunch, fed the kids and by the time I finished eating, I was feeling great.
I figured we were just having a bit of a lazy day and all of our activities were catching up to us again. Until tonight. There is some kind of gas leak somewhere and the smell is overwhelming. I called our gas company and there apparently had been numerous other calls before mine and they were sending someone out to look into it.
Here’s the kicker. Because I called, I was told I had to stay inside so when the gas guy gets here, he can talk to me. Uh, it’s going to be hard to talk to me if I get blown up, huh? I am not allowed to turn anything on or off, I can’t make any phone calls on a landline, open or close any doors, light matches or candles or smoke. Son-of-a-bitch! There goes my Tuesday night. I was going to flick the light switches on and off, get a landline hooked up, have the kids slam a bunch of doors while lying on my bed in my romantically candle lit room, smoking a pack of Marlboros*.
*I don’t smoke, but when I did, Marlboros were my brand of choice.