Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Sleep Deprivaion and Green Onions

Friday, June 13, 2008
12:16 am, doors locked, lights off, garden watered, training-wheel bike decked out for flag-day parade. Alex, softly snores as he slumbers on the 2/3rds of my bed he is sharing with me as part of our semi/bi/tri-weekly 'sleep with grandma' tradition. I've found that if I sleep in pants with pockets, and then remember before dozing off to place each hand inside a pocket, I am able to manage somewhat comfortably on my 14" of bed space.For some reason, tonight, the usual amount of linen area isn't cutting it. I've read Stephanie's blog, Natalie's blog, Angela and Mike's blog and even chuckled while reading a couple of Anne Glamore's blogs. (If you happen to read this and know me then you'll know all those previously listed except Anne, who is the writer of 'My Tiny Kingdom' which I learned about from Angela.)So, an endearing incident from a sleep deprived mind: Earlier today or yesterday if watching the clock. Alex heard me shut the door as I arrived home from work. He ran upstairs to greet me and to remind me that I had promised to watch a 'surprise movie' with him. As I prepared to make good on my promise he asked me to close my eyes and be sure not to peek. With my eyes mostly shut I was led down eleven stairs and onto his mother's bed to await the beginning of the mystery movie. Several seconds later he announces, "ta da! Open your eyes grandma to watch your favorite show." Which as almost everyone knows is the 60's maybe 70's cartoon series 'League of Superheros'.Of course, those who are acquainted with my love and lack of sleep know the droning sound of a t.v. and comfort of a feather-topped bed are not a good mixture for my alertness. The last thing I remembered was some bad guy taking the Green Lantern's ring-of-power.When I awoke Alex was nowhere in sight. I called for him and hustled myself upstairs to begin the hunt. He was not in the house so I called and looked out front---with no luck. Decided to check the backyard where I found my junior green-thumber pulling out all the overgrown green onions.With a touch of anxiety/annoyance in my voice I began to explain the dangers of leaving without letting a responsible adult (me) know where he was going. He, ever so innocently replied, "But grandma, you were sleeping and I knew you were tired and needed your rest, I left quietly because I didn't want to disturb you."
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