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Sleepless nights
May 2, 2008
If there was anything my friends could ever rely on me for, it was to fall asleep. In their cars. On their couches. Given the opportunity, I could go to bed at 11PM and sleep straight through till noon.
This year, though, something in me finally had enough sleep, and I’m up at 8AM, even on weekends. The past few nights especially have found me restless, and I’m hoping whatever bad karma has found its way into my evenings will have had its fill by next week.
Tuesday Night
Awakened at 3AM, presumably by the rain. I look around the bed for Bello, my typical first response upon waking up, and find him motionless at my ankles. I look at the clock, and as I do, my blanket moves up a few more inches, covering my eyes. I am immediately freaked out, convince myself that I am dreaming, and remain still until I can fall asleep again.
Wednesday Night
Bello had a busy day, as we had a lot of running around to do for lacrosse. It’s his favorite thing, going to games and practices, as he can sprint in wide circles around grassy fields while simultaneously being fussed over by groups of squealing girls.
He must’ve came home that night and drank a bit too much water. I realized this when I woke up a little after 4AM to a watery wet spot on the left side of my body, a watery trail across my chest, another to my right and off the edge of the bed. I searched for Bello, who was, startlingly, not on the bed, and saw him across the room, facing the corner, dejectedly hanging his head, afraid to make eye contact.
My eyes flooded with tears, both in the confusion of sleep, and the thought of how long he’d been standing there, distressed, waiting for me to wake up.
Thursday Night
I curl up in bed, feel a tickle on my arm, and ignore it. Hair, I thought. The feeling returns, and as I go to brush it away, feel a tiny girth leave my arm and fall onto the sheets. I jump to the floor, shoo Bello off the edge, and in my panic, grab the only plausible thing within distance, a leftover bottle of Aquanet. I shoot and spray.
Yes, it killed the hornet. I didn’t put a glass over it and release it into the night like an elegant dove. I killed it. And I’d do it again.
May 2nd, 2008 at 12:22 pm
I enjoy how badass you say, “And I’d do it again.” I find it impossible to fall asleep after a bug attack. Maybe it is my crippling fear of spiders (I have had girls kill them for me - yeah, I said it) and maybe I am a weirdo but I would have never fallen back to sleep after that!
May 2nd, 2008 at 12:49 pm
Poor B. Anytime Jelly has an accident (which isn’t often), no one feels worse about it than he does. We usually have a little sympathy cookie and I give him a hug afterwards and explain how everything’s ok.
Don’t tell anyone though, it’ll ruin my rep.
May 2nd, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Jimmmmmm! Awwwwwww!
May 2nd, 2008 at 1:12 pm
But at least you’re catching up on your blog posts! Equally sleepless.
May 2nd, 2008 at 2:40 pm
Good thinking with the Aqua Net. Next time I need some bug spray, I’m heading to the hair products aisle.
Narm: Not a weirdo. Spiders are very, very bad.
May 2nd, 2008 at 5:21 pm
Now my sleeping problem of feeling like I need to take a five-hour nap once I wake up in the morning doesn’t sound so bad.
May 3rd, 2008 at 1:13 am
Your entry makes me wanna get a dog. :)
I actually enjoy sleepless nights; those are usually the most inspirational ones.
May 5th, 2008 at 8:53 am
Ugh! Hornets!! I found three in my house and went screaming to the local German grocer hoping find a pesticide. I couldn’t find it and had to invest in a good old-fashioned fly swatter instead. Now I am going to run out and by me some Aquanet. Brilliant thinking!
May 5th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
Hornets don’t have souls. It’s all okay.
May 5th, 2008 at 9:44 pm
sleep is for the weak, or so they say.