Sleepless

Do you ever have those nights when you just can't sleep? I do...in fact I am having one right now. It's 2:37 AM and I am on the Internet...it's always a strange feeling to me when the whole family is slumbering away and there is silence, well almost, the dog is chowing down on her dog food and lapping away at her water bowl. I guess shes like me and is a social eater. Poor thing.

Anyhow this non-sleeping thing is becoming a bit worrisome to me. I worry I'll inherit my fathers insomnia. Growing up I could wake up at any odd hour of night and find him on the couch, reading a book or newspaper, watching TV, or asleep sitting up. He would start out in bed and then about an hour or two later he'd be up. He used to pay me to sleep on the coffee table (yes the coffee table) next to him. I think just for the company, and alright probably for a good laugh too. But it is lonely here late at night.

When I was dating Thomas, we had traveled down from Utah to California so he could ask my Dad's permission to marry me. We had all weekend, and he never got around to it. But one night Thomas woke up to get a drink at about 2 am and saw my dad sitting on the couch and that's when the whole thing went down. It's sort of funny to me, but totally typical, I bet he is up right now with me. I will take a bit of solace in knowing that I'm not completely alone here.

My mind wanders too much when I am up this late, I start to think of my kids and miss them, even though I couldn't wait for them to get into bed from a long, hard day. Those silly kids. Tonight I was sleeping so nicely, I had fallen asleep on Thomas' lap, which I have to admit is the way I normally fall asleep, and I was in such a deep, deep slumber dreaming of fall colored puffs of fabric that I was floating on...weird...but then Rainier was up crying interrupted my blissful sleep, I tried to wait it out but he wouldn't go back to sleep. Finally I gave in and went into his room, soaked up the opportunity I had to put his head on my shoulder and transfer my deep sleep onto him, feel the weight of his body get heavier and his breathing slower till finally he was still enough to put in his crib, so sweet. Is it mean that now I want to take my blissful sleep back from him?

And now I am writing a senseless post, after some senseless TV watching, waking Thomas up with a tantrum of mine, and ordering some photos online. What a night.

On a different, yet compatible topic, I LOVE footie jammies. It was finally chilly enough to put Rain into some last week (for a few days at least) and I had to snap a few pictures of my babe in the morning, after a good nights sleep for the both of us.

I just love this last picture.

Now off to try at a little sleep again.