Sleeping single in a double bed...
Well okay its actually a queen sized bed, but the concept is the same. The GS is off to Cali for a week of work, not that this is the only time he works, but regardless he's no longer upstairs where I can talk to him whenever I want.
I've found that sleeping alone is no longer fun. For a few years I shared a room and bed with my munchkin, at that point sleeping alone was awesome! It was nirvana, not to have to fight for sheets or be pummelled by tiny feet kicking soccerballs around in the middle of the night. Or really cool was naked sleep, which is rare and sacred when sleeping with your kids. Now she has her own room that we have sealed off with crime scene tape so as not to scare the guests/friends/small forest creatures. I of course now share a room with the Geeky Spouse. Which has a large and lonely bed without him.
Another bad thing about the spouse being out of town is that I do not hear alarm clocks. The last time he left, Gryffindork made it to school on time twice in a week. And both of those were barely. The rest of the week she was late, once I woke up so late, I just let her stay home. Yeah it was that late. This time I am determined to do better...
No really, we don't hear ANYTHING when we sleep for the most part. At 7 I slept through a smoke alarm going off outside my bedroom door. After 20 minutes of trying to get it to shut off my grandpa finally realized I hadn't moved, and quit worrying about it. I've had full conversations with people while completely asleep. Mom used to give me a list of chores in the summer before she left for work and knew I'd be calling around 10 am to ask her what they were. I had a vague recollection of her saying something but heck if I knew what it was. My entire bookcase feel on me while I was sleeping one night and I didn't realize it until morning. Actually that's happened twice...the second time it was me and the munchkin and neither of us moved. I have personally witnessed my kid sleep through typhoons, smoke alarms, fire sirens, and a 7.5 on the rictor scale EARTHQUAKE. She did a complete 360 in the bed and never opened her eyes. She's fallen out of bed and slept through it. We don't sleep like the dead, we are the dead once we get down. So its not like some puny alarm clock is going to remove me from my slumber. The Spouse marvels at our sleep, a gnat farts in the next house and he wakes up. I tried to get him to wake up at 5am and call me, but he wasn't going for that one.
So last night I warned the chilluns (as we call them in the south) that they were going to be responsible for helping me get up in the morning. My sister the wonderful BugBug does not suffer from my daughter and I's fate with alarm clocks, she actually hears hers. Me I set 4 different alarms to 4 different times so as to make a complete cacophy that MAYBE would rock me from sleep. It worked...sorta, there was a lot of rolling this morning much to the consternation of the furballs sleeping in the bed with me. They help as well since our cats are now conditioned to know that morning noise machines=food. Jumping on mommies head is a favorite tactic...as is biting your armpits.
I ended up taking the kids to school anyway, but that was more due to the slow Monday morning, omg its fricking cold out, school is out in a week, I really don't want to do this anymore, than a waking up late. But they made it on time, so one day down and 4 to go...
I've found that sleeping alone is no longer fun. For a few years I shared a room and bed with my munchkin, at that point sleeping alone was awesome! It was nirvana, not to have to fight for sheets or be pummelled by tiny feet kicking soccerballs around in the middle of the night. Or really cool was naked sleep, which is rare and sacred when sleeping with your kids. Now she has her own room that we have sealed off with crime scene tape so as not to scare the guests/friends/small forest creatures. I of course now share a room with the Geeky Spouse. Which has a large and lonely bed without him.
Another bad thing about the spouse being out of town is that I do not hear alarm clocks. The last time he left, Gryffindork made it to school on time twice in a week. And both of those were barely. The rest of the week she was late, once I woke up so late, I just let her stay home. Yeah it was that late. This time I am determined to do better...
No really, we don't hear ANYTHING when we sleep for the most part. At 7 I slept through a smoke alarm going off outside my bedroom door. After 20 minutes of trying to get it to shut off my grandpa finally realized I hadn't moved, and quit worrying about it. I've had full conversations with people while completely asleep. Mom used to give me a list of chores in the summer before she left for work and knew I'd be calling around 10 am to ask her what they were. I had a vague recollection of her saying something but heck if I knew what it was. My entire bookcase feel on me while I was sleeping one night and I didn't realize it until morning. Actually that's happened twice...the second time it was me and the munchkin and neither of us moved. I have personally witnessed my kid sleep through typhoons, smoke alarms, fire sirens, and a 7.5 on the rictor scale EARTHQUAKE. She did a complete 360 in the bed and never opened her eyes. She's fallen out of bed and slept through it. We don't sleep like the dead, we are the dead once we get down. So its not like some puny alarm clock is going to remove me from my slumber. The Spouse marvels at our sleep, a gnat farts in the next house and he wakes up. I tried to get him to wake up at 5am and call me, but he wasn't going for that one.
So last night I warned the chilluns (as we call them in the south) that they were going to be responsible for helping me get up in the morning. My sister the wonderful BugBug does not suffer from my daughter and I's fate with alarm clocks, she actually hears hers. Me I set 4 different alarms to 4 different times so as to make a complete cacophy that MAYBE would rock me from sleep. It worked...sorta, there was a lot of rolling this morning much to the consternation of the furballs sleeping in the bed with me. They help as well since our cats are now conditioned to know that morning noise machines=food. Jumping on mommies head is a favorite tactic...as is biting your armpits.
I ended up taking the kids to school anyway, but that was more due to the slow Monday morning, omg its fricking cold out, school is out in a week, I really don't want to do this anymore, than a waking up late. But they made it on time, so one day down and 4 to go...
posted by Kendi at 6:47 AM
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