For the past few weeks, I’ve woken up a few minutes before 4 o’clock every night. Each time I think, “Not again”, then the day’s/week’s contantly-running-song starts to play. (Originally the theme song to ‘Community’, now it’s the soundtrack from my kids’ videos.) Then – and this is the most fun – comes the irrational thoughts and subsequent panic. I won’t go into it, but it usually involves something going horribly wrong at work or remembering something that desperately needs to be done that may or may not be real. It is blessedly short – maybe just a couple of minutes – but holy cow it is annoying. Rational me and irrational me have a little argument before I can get back to sleep.
I.M. “You forgot to buy groceries for the pope!”
R.M. “No you didn’t. We’re not even catholic.”
I.M. “But I said we’d make him a pie!”
R.M. “Go. To. Sleep.”
I.M. “….. but, the pie…..”
Kristi says
Since you’re awake at such a ridiculous hour, would you like to take Josiah’s 4 a.m. feeding? You can have it.
Peggy says
Hahaha! The poor Pope shall have no pie.
(I used to walk in my sleep from about 2nd grade until I had kids. When your mother finds you in the middle of the night with your room light on turning the knobs on your dresser ever so seriously & she asks what you’re doing & you reply trying to get the picture to come in better … is that the I.M. speaking or the R.M.?)
Lauren says
Ha! That is a fantastic story!!
Kristi -- I don’t know how you do it! Parents are made of the toughest stuff in the world. 🙂
Peggy says
Just one of many. This was the 1st known occurence per my mother.
Lloyd says
Poor Pope.
Brad says
I think it’s funny that you call 4am “night”.
Lauren says
Yeah, you’re already up and showered by then, huh?