Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Late Night

My daughter is in tune with me already. Its uncanny. You see, when I am sick I often can't sleep. My body doesn't like being horizontal and try as I may, I just can't sleep sitting up. The result? Late nights spent wishing I was sleeping. There have been nights, many in fact, where Sis can somehow sense this and wakes up inexplicably. I'll be reading or on the computer in an utterly silent house and still she wakes. She doesn't just wake, she is awake. We're talking WIDE awake. No groggy voice. No squinty eyes. Just wide awake and ready to chat. Last night was one such occasion. She came into the living room and asked if it was time to be awake. She was ready and if I had told her 1:30 am was the right time to start her day she would have done it. What resulted was a very long night with me escorting her back to bed multiple times. One such time, she came in and informed me that the cat was chasing a really fast bug in the dining room. My first thought - a roach! That had me out of bed in a hurry - which is funny because I don't know what I would have done except scream and climb up on a chair, which also would have been incredibly helpful - but turned out to be an old friend, the house centipede. Some bread and milk and a few hugs later and she was tucked in for the night. I wonder why I'm not getting better? ;)

3 comments:

LeAnn said...

Uggg. Nights like that are blah!

Maybe it's allergies? Have you tried claratin to see if that helps?

I have wretched fall allergies. From mid August until the snow falls I'm a mess. Claratin is my new best friend. Only difference between a cold and my allergies is the insane itching. But I didn't start getting them until about 5 years ago, and it's gotten worse every year.

Just a thought.

Another thing that has helped me with a cold is Zinc. Try it. It might help.

Get better!

DWT said...

I'm so sad you're still sick! And I can't stand those centipedes. What's with all that fur? Get better! What can we do for you?

Ramona said...

I remember when Atticus was still nursing (ok he only nursed until 1 year), I swear I thought that he could smell me walk by. I'd walk to the bathroom as silently as a mouse and he would wake right up--seriously like he could smell the milk!