I am go-to-bed-at-9:00-at-night tired. Of course, I am not going to bed at 9 at night. In my mind, Friday nights are for staying up late with the whole weekend stretched before me. I love that feeling and don't intent to sleep through the official start of my weekend.
And if you must know, I already tried to sneak in a nap right after dinner and it didn't work. That is because the activity in this house, which encompasses early-bird and night-owl schedules, never really settles down. When I snuggled up on the sofa this evening, suddenly so exhausted that I couldn't seem to move, I experienced the impact of this in a big-time way. First, there was the sound of my husband's voice drifting into the house from outside. Okay, I can block that out. Next, a door opens and closes. It opens and closes again. Maybe they are done. The phone rings. It's my daughter so I talk to her for a couple minutes. I snuggle down again, hopeful that it will quiet down now. The door to the garage opens. My husband starts running an air compressor. It sounds like a jackhammer. He leaves the door open for a minute to enhance the effect. It works.
I would go upstairs and cuddle up under the covers in bed but I know that someone will follow me as if drawn by an invisible magnet. They will turn on the light, open drawers, run the shower, ask me questions, or the phone will ring again. Even worse, I could actually fall asleep in spite of all this and miss my Friday night. So I get up and force myself to get going.
I said goodbye to my daughter as she went out the door to a baby shower and headed down to my office. As I started writing this post, my husband came in and out of the office (since it leads to the laundry room) several times. His power to disturb my sleep was gone now so it probably wasn't as much fun for him as it could have been and he had to do some laundry while he was at it.
So, with laundry in the washer and dryer, this post almost finished, and a nice big iced tea within easy reach, I am starting to feel that this Friday night is working out just fine after all.
I would love to have your disruptions. My house is way too quiet since Alison left for college.I'm sad! My husband is a quiet person(mostly) and I need some noise.
Posted by: Margaret | September 19, 2008 at 11:17 PM
Be grateful for those Friday nights when you can't get a nap - despite the temporary frustration, all of you family is healthy and from the sounds of things, reasonably happy. I cannot think of a better recommendation.
Posted by: Blue Opal | September 19, 2008 at 11:42 PM
That's YOUR family... Yeesh, I gotta start typing with my eyes open for a change...
Posted by: Blue Opal | September 20, 2008 at 12:31 AM
Where did you go? You've disappeared. I miss you. come back please.
Posted by: boxx | November 17, 2008 at 07:19 AM
The first rule of cohabitation is that if one person is awake, everyone is awake. If its not the first rule, it is certainly one of them. I don't think anyone does it on purpose but its amazing how silent everyone is EXCEPT when you want to sleep.
Posted by: spritopias | November 17, 2008 at 11:22 AM