I keep debating whether I should preface with the fact that I am PMS-ing a bit (ok, maybe a lot). If you are familiar with PMS then you'll get why it may or may not be a factor in this story and if you are not well, you'll probably just roll your eyes.
I stayed up to 4 am last night working on the computer. This is not unusual. I often stay up late. I usually recover by sleeping in. If I get a good six hours I'm good for the day.
Here are how things went:
I get all prepared for bed -- wash face, brush teeth, change. Check on cats, dog etc... and everyone is calm and in their place. I crawl into a warm bed and get settled. For some reason all hell breaks loose in the living room and I have to get up and mediate. That out of the way I crawl back into bed and listen to clip clop of dog pacing on the hard wood floors. Senior kitty comes in and settles herself on my upper thighs in a position that enables her to bolt should itty bitty decide to come up on the bed. I put up with it because she isn't eating well (stress of having itty bitty around) and can use the extra attention. As I begin to dose off itty bitty comes on the bed and lies down between Jeff and I. Senior kitty doesn't bolt and I am encouraged that she is getting over it. I can feel itty bitty wiggling himself over to give senior kitty a whack. I put my hand up to block. Senior kitty has a hissy fit anyway and bolts, itty bitty pursues her. Jeff wakes up, barks lightly at the cats and goes back to sleep. I begin to doze off and Jeff's alarm goes off. After he gets up itty bitty plays with underside of bedroom door. I yell at him but eventually have to get up and shoo him away. Jeff comes in and says goodbye before leaving. A few minutes after he's gone I have to get up to settle yet another cat dispute. This time I put senior kitty in spare room with some kitty litter, food and water. I settle back in to bed but have to discipline itty bitty for chewing on cord of plugged in fan in bedroom. Doesn't work. I consider letting itty bitty continue to chew on cord and suffer consequences but decide I would feel guilty about consequences and tell him to stop. He stops, changes position and continues to chew on cord. I literally let out a thundering scream which echos through bedroom and probably out into the streets -- itty bitty stops chewing on cord and runs out of room. I settle. Dog barks at mail man. Yell at dog. I get settled and am finally dozing off... "beep!" I open eyes, "beep!". You've got to be fucking kidding me. "Beep!" The battery needs to be changed in smoke detector. It's after ten and I still haven't had any real sleep. At this point there's no bloody way I'm getting out of the bed for at least another two hours. I bury my head in sheets and pillows and continue to wake up to a "beep!" every fifteen minutes or so.
That is why I am cranky this morning. But it probably has more to do with the PMS than anything. Guess who are all sleeping at the moment. And guess what isn't beeping!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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