I Was Awake For The Day.
I had a rough night sleeping. Since Bill got home from the hospital, I’ve had many, many rough nights sleeping. This is not terribly uncommon for me – and it is uncommon for Bill who, I’m sure, is having rougher nights than I am.
I am now sleeping down the hall, behind a makeshift curtain of aluminum foil, using a battery-operated alarm clock that I bought for Dylan (who, of course, never uses it).
Last night, I had a recurring nightmare. It kept coming and going, as if I were having it all night. I woke up several times.
Then, during what was finally a deep, sound sleep, the alarm went off.
The sun was up behind the aluminum foil, so I leapt up and out of bed. I went downstairs to brush my teeth in the powder room. I turned off all the porch lights and let the dog out. Then I went into the kitchen to start making lunches.
And that’s when I saw it: the clock said I was up a full hour early.
I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it happened. But when I went back to look at the alarm, it was set for an hour early. I didn’t set it that way purposefully. In fact, it was set for the same time all week – but somehow, today, it wasn’t.
I tried to take a nap, but it was too late. I was awake for the day.
Today is the last day of school. I am serving breakfast at the 8th grade graduation ceremony (just for fun) and tonight I will be out late at a ball game, watching Shane’s mascot antics. Between times, I have lots of errands to run – plus, I’ll be taking care of Bill (who needs virtually nothing, but it’s an exhausting thought).
It’s going to be a long day.