I couldn’t fall asleep last night, and I’m not sure why. I doubt the Coke I had with dinner had anything to do with it. Ruby was in bed by 8:30, but I didn’t nod off until 1:00 am. Jason woke me up with a jab to the ribs a whopping 45 minutes later.
So I asked rather irately, “What?”
He said, “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
Naturally, I thought, “Are you f-ing kidding me?! It took me 4 hours to fall asleep! You can’t just wake me up to tell me to go back to sleep!”
But instead I said, “Why did you poke me?”
His excuse? He needed to get a fuel gas sample. So he was dreaming, talking and poking in his sleep. Wonderful. Of all nights…
Then Ruby, sensing that I just wrote about her sleeping through the night, woke up around 2:00 am. I got up, fed her and had us both back down by 2:20 am. Only to wake again when Jason’s alarm went off at 2:45 am. And then again when he left for work at 3:30 am. (Yes, he leaves for work at 3:30 am.)
I had an hour and a half of blissful, uninterrupted sleep before Ruby woke up at 5:00 am. I’m f-ing exhausted. Even Ruby knows it’s one of THOSE days…
Let’s give credit where credit’s due. Thanks to Bill for giving me permission to (kind of) use THE F WORD.