I don't want you to feel neglected, so I am going to re-post a little something I wrote last September.
I had been struggling with keeping my fish alive in my pond, what with the heat and birds eating them. aaarrrrggggg! We also have a pesky bunch of raccoons which visit. They used to seem cute...hhhhmmmmppphhhhhh.
I don't sleep well when my husband is out of town, and he was!
Oh....something else I want to say...
Go buy some yeast. You are going to be making bread soon. Delicious crusty, chewy, homemade bread. I know it seems daunting to even think about, but trust me on this, okay?
And here is my Chronicles of a night re-post, just for fun!
I think my super hero name would be Sense Woman. Not like in common sense, but the 5 senses.
Sense woman able to bring demise to the bad guys with her super senses...hearing, smell, taste, touch, sight. Watch out criminals...she is dynomite.
What does this have to do with the night in question, I know you are wondering. Well, the problem is I get so sensitive when my mighty protector is gone that I hear every little sound in the night...magnified. Now mind you Todd could probably sleep through almost anything...ok no probably about it, he does sleep through almost everything, but there is something about having him close to wake up if I needed to.
So here begin the chronicles of the night for your reading pleasure.
10:10 p.m. I settle in after a long weekend, my mind reluctant to fall asleep, but my body the stronger partner in this brings it into submission.
12:47 a.m. I am having a nice dream about just a regular day at our house, one with no drama! Then all of a sudden in the dream... a storm sweeps in a lightning strikes, the electricity so close that it sends my heart racing. In the dream I rush out to tell Todd that the house has once again been struck by lighting (it really did happen in 1998, and I won't soon forget it) Still in the dream he laughs at me insisting that it was not lightning. As I get upset with him and my heart racing even faster I take a deep breath and wake up.
I lay there in bed wondering just what could be as loud as a lightning strike to wake me up. I lay there scared to get up, listening intently for unidentifiable sounds. I hear the whir of the fridge and nothing else. I finally get the nerve up to get out of bed to check on things. Hello...if there is some danger in the house I need to be protecting my children right...duh. So I walk quietly through the living room, and into the kitchen....and there....on the floor.....is the bag of chips that has fallen out of the top of the pantry. Yes, my friends that is to be compared to a lightning strike. I take the time to laugh at myself and get back in bed, to fight the mind body struggle again. I wage the war for some time and finally manage to doze off.
2:12 a. m. once again Sense Woman is on duty. Attuned for danger is her famous sense of hearing. Again waking with a deep breath to the sound....this time of a familiar squeak. I have no doubt what this particular sound is, so I jump out of bed and rush to sliding glass door leading to the back yard. I gently open the blinds so as to not frighten the raccoon which I know will be there. And, sure enough there he is, by the pond washing his cute little hands. I rush back to the bedroom to get my camera, sure that all of my FB buddies who have followed the pond saga will want to see this happening.
When I come back to the door, I am stopped in my tracks as well as my kind thoughts about the cute raccoon because he is full out SWIMMING IN MY POND!!!!! Swimming......in ........my ......pond. la dee dah, come on in the water is fine swimming, doing laps and enjoying the feel of the water swimming. No wonder my water lily is shredded and the water all churned up and murky!
Of course I wanted you to be able to enjoy this sight as well so I quickly snapped a picture. See it below. See the pond there, and the coon enjoying an early morning swim. NO, you don't hmmm could be that it was completely dark outside and when you use a flash with glass....well you know....I told you, not Common Sense woman.
So, the coon chose to slink away completely disgusted with me for my paparazzi actions. He was probably just pretending to leave, but have not fear Sense Woman is here ready to listen for more disturbances in the night, including raccoon squeaks, cause you know how loud those are.
Before climbing back in bed for the next battle of mind over body, I turn on the fan in my room which has been previously referred to as the love fan. As in...if you love me you will turn on that loud fan before you leave so it covers up the noises so I can sleep longer.
Fan on, mind racing I settle in determined to sleep all the way thru until my alarm should wake me. Relax, breathe deeply.....I finally drift off.
4:08 a.m. Daniel is prodding me. Mom, mom...hey apparently the fan is working he made it all the way into my room. Mom, mom he says again. With Daniel there I immediately think of a soggy bed that I will have to change, so I begin to get up to go help him. He puts a hand out and says "I had a bad dream" I sigh with relief and urge him to climb in to bed with me and snuggle his skinny cold little boy body. "Do you want to tell me about it? " I ask "No, I just want to lay here with you." he replies. This doesn't happen often, so I share my warmth and manage to fall asleep quite easily this time. Maybe I am a hero after all.
6:48 a.m. the alarm sounds and I am back on normal mommy duty! Wait....one child has a fever, better put my cape back on...I might just need it today.
Sense woman able to bring demise to the bad guys with her super senses...hearing, smell, taste, touch, sight. Watch out criminals...she is dynomite.
What does this have to do with the night in question, I know you are wondering. Well, the problem is I get so sensitive when my mighty protector is gone that I hear every little sound in the night...magnified. Now mind you Todd could probably sleep through almost anything...ok no probably about it, he does sleep through almost everything, but there is something about having him close to wake up if I needed to.
So here begin the chronicles of the night for your reading pleasure.
10:10 p.m. I settle in after a long weekend, my mind reluctant to fall asleep, but my body the stronger partner in this brings it into submission.
12:47 a.m. I am having a nice dream about just a regular day at our house, one with no drama! Then all of a sudden in the dream... a storm sweeps in a lightning strikes, the electricity so close that it sends my heart racing. In the dream I rush out to tell Todd that the house has once again been struck by lighting (it really did happen in 1998, and I won't soon forget it) Still in the dream he laughs at me insisting that it was not lightning. As I get upset with him and my heart racing even faster I take a deep breath and wake up.
I lay there in bed wondering just what could be as loud as a lightning strike to wake me up. I lay there scared to get up, listening intently for unidentifiable sounds. I hear the whir of the fridge and nothing else. I finally get the nerve up to get out of bed to check on things. Hello...if there is some danger in the house I need to be protecting my children right...duh. So I walk quietly through the living room, and into the kitchen....and there....on the floor.....is the bag of chips that has fallen out of the top of the pantry. Yes, my friends that is to be compared to a lightning strike. I take the time to laugh at myself and get back in bed, to fight the mind body struggle again. I wage the war for some time and finally manage to doze off.
2:12 a. m. once again Sense Woman is on duty. Attuned for danger is her famous sense of hearing. Again waking with a deep breath to the sound....this time of a familiar squeak. I have no doubt what this particular sound is, so I jump out of bed and rush to sliding glass door leading to the back yard. I gently open the blinds so as to not frighten the raccoon which I know will be there. And, sure enough there he is, by the pond washing his cute little hands. I rush back to the bedroom to get my camera, sure that all of my FB buddies who have followed the pond saga will want to see this happening.
When I come back to the door, I am stopped in my tracks as well as my kind thoughts about the cute raccoon because he is full out SWIMMING IN MY POND!!!!! Swimming......in ........my ......pond. la dee dah, come on in the water is fine swimming, doing laps and enjoying the feel of the water swimming. No wonder my water lily is shredded and the water all churned up and murky!
Of course I wanted you to be able to enjoy this sight as well so I quickly snapped a picture. See it below. See the pond there, and the coon enjoying an early morning swim. NO, you don't hmmm could be that it was completely dark outside and when you use a flash with glass....well you know....I told you, not Common Sense woman.
So, the coon chose to slink away completely disgusted with me for my paparazzi actions. He was probably just pretending to leave, but have not fear Sense Woman is here ready to listen for more disturbances in the night, including raccoon squeaks, cause you know how loud those are.
Before climbing back in bed for the next battle of mind over body, I turn on the fan in my room which has been previously referred to as the love fan. As in...if you love me you will turn on that loud fan before you leave so it covers up the noises so I can sleep longer.
Fan on, mind racing I settle in determined to sleep all the way thru until my alarm should wake me. Relax, breathe deeply.....I finally drift off.
4:08 a.m. Daniel is prodding me. Mom, mom...hey apparently the fan is working he made it all the way into my room. Mom, mom he says again. With Daniel there I immediately think of a soggy bed that I will have to change, so I begin to get up to go help him. He puts a hand out and says "I had a bad dream" I sigh with relief and urge him to climb in to bed with me and snuggle his skinny cold little boy body. "Do you want to tell me about it? " I ask "No, I just want to lay here with you." he replies. This doesn't happen often, so I share my warmth and manage to fall asleep quite easily this time. Maybe I am a hero after all.
6:48 a.m. the alarm sounds and I am back on normal mommy duty! Wait....one child has a fever, better put my cape back on...I might just need it today.
