Sleep deprived

My husband can function on very little sleep. He rarely goes to bed before 2:00 a.m. and is up and moving bright and early. Sometimes it would bother me that I just always seemed to be so tired when he is always moving UNTIL I realized why I was so tired....

A few nights ago:

10:30-ish p.m. - I go to bed.

Midnight - 1:00 a.m. - CF decides to watch t.v., make tea, and fix himself a snack. Please note this means he cracked and empties all the ice trays and open and slammed the microwave door.

Sometime around 2:00 a.m. - CF comes to bed. Again, please note, we do NOT have one of those mattresses like you see on t.v. where they put a glass of wine on one end and do jumping jacks on the other leaving the wine unspilled.

Between 3:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. - Dillon wakes up and makes his way across the house to our bed. Thus begins the wiggle-squirm-kick-roll-wiggle segment of our story. His movements wake CF who then begins HIS version of scratch-jerk-snort-cough-snore.

4:30 a.m. - I am awakened by Sis digging in the refrigerator. So, I get up to check on her, give her an allergy pill because she said sneezing woke her up, send her to bed and crawl back into mine only to hear SSSNNNRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH (pause) SSSNNNRRRGGGHHHHHHHH. OH MY STINKING HECK...the 8 year old is now snoring! Follow this with more wiggle-squirm-kick-roll-scratch-jerk...you get the picture.

At 5:00 a.m. - I proclaim LOUDLY and out of complete exasperation and irritation OK YOU CAN HAVE IT. I GIVE UP! With that I stomp to the living room, grab a blanket, arrange the pillows just the way I like them for a good snooze and close my eyes. And...I kid you not...then I hear...

...my husband, in the kitchen, digging through the utensil drawer looking for a spoon so he can eat the apple sauce he just spent 5 minutes trying to fight out of the cardboard container.

The next sound I hear is the alarm clock telling me it is time to get ready for work.

The dark circles under my eyes...yeah, I earn those babies.