Since Thursday, Brandon has been going back to the office after he puts the kids to bed. He has a big project due this week and not enough hours to get it done. I'm thankful he stays home long enough to get the monsters down (because they
really don't like me to do it) but the waiting up for him to get home is getting a bit old. Yes, I know, I shouldn't wait up. Tough. I'm practicing for when Cassie gets her first boyfriend.
Anyhow...
Around four this morning, Brandon woke up and soon realized he couldn't fall back asleep (sounds like my tale, huh?), so he went downstairs to watch a movie. (Total aside - he liked "Away We Go" but it had too many "cringe" moments to recommend it to me. I have low cringe tolerance.) About 45 minutes later, I awoke, looked about blearily, and went to find my sleeps-through-a-bomb husband. We talked. I went back to bed.
And lay there, unable to fall back asleep. I turned on a movie - my usual method for distraction - and it worked. For about ten minutes. Then I heard it...
"Tee
hee hee!" (thump, thump, thump) "Ha ha ha! Tee
hee!" (thump, thump.)
Cassie was awake. At five in the @#$% morning. I tried my best to ignore her for the next hour or so. I sort of succeeded. At about 6:20, Brandon went and got her, waking up Ted in the process. Now Ted can stall like a '67 Chevy, so Brandon left him in bed, thinking he'd wander down eventually. Nope - he popped right up and wanted to start his day. Normally we're dragging his little butt down the stairs at 7:30, but not today.
No, of course not.
Now, being the morning person that I am (was), I should be glad to have them all up and dressed before seven. But not today. Today I am tired. Today, I wanted to get some sleep. Because today (and tomorrow) Brandon will not be home for lunch which means today will be A VERY LONG DAY.
Why is it that on days like this, days when I know I'm in for a long haul, I perversely get less/crappier sleep than usual? This happens all the time and frustrates the hell out of me. And, just for added fun, the kids are now sleep deprived too.
So there we sat, Brandon, Cassie and I on the sofa, wondering how this happened. Ted was making sure we all had appropriate head gear (don't ask) and Cassie was just happy to cuddle both parents. Brandon was cracking jokes about how today and tomorrow will be such fun. How he'll be gone Wednesday night too, volunteering (and therefore forcing me to do bedtime.) He laughed as we both heard Reggie cackling upstairs. I looked daggers at him.
"It's gallows humor, honey." He said with a sad shake of his head (but still chuckling.)
Yeah, and I'm the one with the noose around my neck.
