I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I like my sleep. I need my sleep. Because truth be told, I don’t sleep for more than six hours each night, so those six hours are very necessary to keep me going throughout the day.
Over the past ten days, I’ve held 5 fundraisers at my boutique and a community event that took up a lot of time, and by the end of it all, I just wanted to take off my heels, put on my pajamas and crawl into bed. I wanted to sleep. Like, a nice deep sleep where I barely moved and woke up refreshed and rejuvenated.
Two nights ago, I was awoken at 2:30 a.m. Abruptly, and with such a sense of panic, that my head immediately started pounding. If you have a dog, you’ll know the sound. It’s embedded into your brain. It’s the sound of a dog getting ready to hurl. Yes, that was the sound. The dog was on my bed. My bedspread. I shot out of bed, “No, Snoopy…Not on the bed! Get down. Get DOWN!”
The sound again…that sound warning me that it’s about to happen, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
My husband, also awoken by the impending hurl, has an idea! He jumps out of bed, into the bathroom, pulling out the “bowl” — Let me explain. We keep a big pink bowl underneath our bathroom vanity. The reason for the bowl, is because my children, my little angels, never seem to make it to the toilet and always seem to hurl on the floor. Or, the even better scenario, when the children were throwing and going at the same time. Yes, people, these are the joys of parenting.
So, hubby runs back to the bedroom with the bowl. “Here Snoopy! Use this!” he exclaims, holding up the bowl. (as if the dog will actually understand) He places the bowl underneath his snout…and we wait…
“C’mon, Snoop. You can do it! Go in the bowl. C’mon.” Seriously, this is our life.
But yes, I’m happy to say you can absolutely teach an old dog new tricks! He did it!
We went back to bed…I was so ready to fall back to sleep…but no. At 4:30, 5:45 and 6:30…the sound again. The bowl. The clean up. And me – tired. Very tired.
So, last night…another chance. I washed up early. I slid under the covers…I waited for sleep. Oh nuts, forgot about the ELF ON THE FRIGGIN SHELF! Because, you know…he can’t be in the same spot twice.
As I headed back upstairs, I heard a gurgling sound coming from the bathroom. It was indeed, the sound of an overflowing toilet. Water everywhere…like, everywhere. It was coming out of the toilet, onto the floor, heading towards the door…
I started pulling towels from the linen closet, I called for my husband…I yelled for the kids. I was panicking. I mean, that’s a lot of water! Hubby came through again…cleaned it all up, threw the towels in the wash at 12:30 a.m. and I finally fell asleep.
Now, today will be jam-packed with Gingerbread house making, visiting Santa, all things family. Rest is not happening today. There’s lists to be checked off, there’s Christmassy things to be done.
But there’s always tonight…