This was my night last night:
9:50 p.m.: Everyone asleep. I should go to sleep too. Let me just glance at my blog really quick…….
10:30 p.m.: Finish writing blog post, couldn’t resist. Tell myself to hurry up and go to bed. Siig has 5 a.m. wake-up call.
11:00 p.m.: Finally in bed. Good girl. Go to sleep. You have six hours until Siig’s alarm goes off.
11:30 p.m.: Sound asleep. But wait – just heard the heater go on. We don’t need that on in June. Get out of bed and go upstairs and turn the heat down. Five and a half hours left.
2:30 a.m.: Boom! Crash! Flash! Holy cow! I wake up. It’s hailing and thundering so loud. I am actually a little freaked out. We rarely get thunderstorms in Tahoe. Crap. Two and a half hours until the alarm.
2:40 a.m.: Ouch, my neck! Just can’t get comfortable on this pillow. I need a massage.
2:45 a.m.: Back to sleep for a moment, and then the bright flash of lightening wakes me up again, like someone’s shining a searchlight in my room. I know the kids are going to wake up any minute scared. I lay anxiously in bed waiting for a “Mommy!” It doesn’t come.
3:00 a.m.: I’m listening really hard for Kaiden or Kaya. Nothing. The thunder builds – Clap!
3:15 a.m.: Asleep. Then “Daddddddy!” A-ha! I knew it. I lie there. Nothing more. Kaya is back asleep. But not me. I open the drawer of my nightstand and pull out my eye mask I got from an airlines once. Maybe this will block the lightening flashes. Less than two hours to the alarm and sunrise.
3:20 a.m.: How is it that Siig can go back to sleep so fast? I swear, a bear could jump on him and he would be snoring in minutes. Not fair.
3:25: a.m.: Uh-oh! Did Kaiden leave his shoes outside by the trampoline? There’s no way in hell I’m going to look right now. Whatever. He doesn’t really need shoes for school tomorrow anyways.
3:30 a.m.: Should I take an Ambien? What if the kids wake up and I have to comfort them all drugged up? But I don’t want to lay here until morning either. Major internal debate ensues. Dam it, my neck hurts.
3:45 a.m: Fuck it. Sleep trumps all. I”m taking a quarter of one.
4:30 a.m. Still awake. Dam it. I’ll take an additional sliver. Nobody wants a grumpy, tired Mommy, least of all me.
5 a.m.: Vaguely aware of Siig getting up. Place pillow over my head to block the sun. When are those shades coming? Not soon enough.
7:50 a.m.: “Mooommmmmmmmmmy!” Should I ignore her? Maybe she’ll play in her room. I just need a half an hour more. I close my eyes again.
8:00 a.m.: “MOOOOOOOMMMMMIIIEEEEE!” All right, gosh darn it. You win. I’m coming. I get out of bed. I think I feel rested, not too groggy.
Final verdict: a successful night of sleep.