Sleepy heads
Aug. 24th, 2003 08:24 amIn hot weather we camp out in the living room near the air conditioner. The house has central air, but it doesn't work very well, so the bedroom is too hot. I sleep on the futon, Brenna uses the other couch and Marian occupies an air mattress on the living room floor.
Marian is a restless sleeper like me. She always wants to stay up, and there isn't much point in making her go to bed too early, because she'll just toss and turn. I usually get them to settle down with a book at 10 p.m. and let them read for 45 minutes. I close the door to the adjoining office and work at my computer for a while. By the time I reemerge for lights out, Brenna has often gone to sleep anyway. I normally go to bed after midnight, often as late as 2 a.m., but try to turn in earlier when the girls are here because they're up and ready to go by 7.
But last night we were all peculiarly tired. They just arrived from a few days at the cottage with my parents. They were all up late at a Mars observatory on Thursday, but I don't know what was the matter with me. At 10:30 I was sitting here trying to play Parcheesi on the computer, but I couldn't finish the game. I couldn't keep my eyes open and my head kept drooping to the side. Finally I decided to beg the girls for an early night.
I shut down the computer and opened the door. I wasn't surprised to find Brenna had closed her book and rolled over, but even Marian was sound asleep.
Okay, lights out!
As usual when I go to bed early, I was awake early. As a matter of fact, at 5 a.m. we were all tossing and stretching. Once, Marian's head bobbed up to see if I was awake. I waited 45 minutes then couldn't stand it any longer, I had to get up. I felt a little guilty, with both girls restless, nabbing the computer for myself. I closed the office door again and hoped they would stay settled for a little while.
The next time I looked at the clock I was startled to see two hours had passed. it was 8:00, and the living room was strangely quiet. Now I felt selfish. I stood up, ready to start the day, and opened the door.
They were both sound asleep. They're still sleeping. So here I am posting to my journal. Darned if I'm going to wake them up.
What have my parents been doing with them, partying 'til all hours? No, wait a minute, we're talking about my father who goes to bed at 9 and my mother who sleeps at least 10 hours a day. Whatever happened at the cottage this week, my kids are tuckered.
Marian is a restless sleeper like me. She always wants to stay up, and there isn't much point in making her go to bed too early, because she'll just toss and turn. I usually get them to settle down with a book at 10 p.m. and let them read for 45 minutes. I close the door to the adjoining office and work at my computer for a while. By the time I reemerge for lights out, Brenna has often gone to sleep anyway. I normally go to bed after midnight, often as late as 2 a.m., but try to turn in earlier when the girls are here because they're up and ready to go by 7.
But last night we were all peculiarly tired. They just arrived from a few days at the cottage with my parents. They were all up late at a Mars observatory on Thursday, but I don't know what was the matter with me. At 10:30 I was sitting here trying to play Parcheesi on the computer, but I couldn't finish the game. I couldn't keep my eyes open and my head kept drooping to the side. Finally I decided to beg the girls for an early night.
I shut down the computer and opened the door. I wasn't surprised to find Brenna had closed her book and rolled over, but even Marian was sound asleep.
Okay, lights out!
As usual when I go to bed early, I was awake early. As a matter of fact, at 5 a.m. we were all tossing and stretching. Once, Marian's head bobbed up to see if I was awake. I waited 45 minutes then couldn't stand it any longer, I had to get up. I felt a little guilty, with both girls restless, nabbing the computer for myself. I closed the office door again and hoped they would stay settled for a little while.
The next time I looked at the clock I was startled to see two hours had passed. it was 8:00, and the living room was strangely quiet. Now I felt selfish. I stood up, ready to start the day, and opened the door.
They were both sound asleep. They're still sleeping. So here I am posting to my journal. Darned if I'm going to wake them up.
What have my parents been doing with them, partying 'til all hours? No, wait a minute, we're talking about my father who goes to bed at 9 and my mother who sleeps at least 10 hours a day. Whatever happened at the cottage this week, my kids are tuckered.




