Okay, my muse is not awake.
I don’t have a single thought as to what I should be
writing. Not on this or any of my stories. Maybe it’s because I’m tired.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before or not, but I tend
to not sleep, or at least not well enough, or long enough when my husband isn’t
home. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen very often.
However, it did this week.
It started when Tony found a job working on the other side
of the state last week. When he got it none of us knew how he was even going to
get there. Then there was the issue of where he was going to stay. But a week
ago Sunday, he managed to get a ride up there and find a place to stay.
We had not expected to see him again for a while but this
weekend he returned. My first thought was he’d quit after only one week or somehow
managed to get fired.
No. He just came home for the weekend.
He assured me he had a ride back. So everything should have
been fine.
Well, it turns out his ride back was flaky.
He was originally told they would pick him up at five p.m.
By six we were all wondering what happened though Tony was able to get ahold of
them and was told they were still packing up.
By eight we were all getting pretty concerned because he had
to be at work early in the morning and at that point, we figured he might have
to drive straight to work without getting some rest first.
The only solution was our car, which we clearly could not
let him take since we needed it. Jerry ended up loading up so he could take
Tony to work. Several hours drive north of here.
I was going to have to endure a night without my husband
beside me.
Then I found out that Tropical Storm (hurricane) Hilary not
only made landfall but its trajectory took it right through where Tony was
working at about the same time they were driving in that area to make sure he
got to work.
So besides not having my husband home, I had to worry about
my husband and son driving through some severe weather.
I didn’t sleep much Sunday night but I assumed Jerry would
drive right back, at least after he got some rest. Which gave me something else
to worry about.
Could he get enough rest sleeping in the car? Or was he able
to find a motel room for the night?
The answer was technically yes and no.
By the time they got there, they could find a room but the
checkout would have been Monday morning, only about four hours after they
arrived. Jerry didn’t want to pay for a full night's stay only to get four
hours. So he got the room for Monday night.
This of course meant that he didn’t even head home until Tuesday
morning.
Somehow, even knowing they were both fine and Tony managed
to get to work on time, that was worse. I think I finally managed about three
hours of sleep.
When Jerry got home he was still tired and wanted to crawl
in bed early.
I was all for it. After all, I’d been functioning all day on
very little sleep.
Nope.
Somehow I still went to bed at my normal hour and I only did
so then because I knew I had to get my post this week up. Since I was tired and
had no ideas for a post, I figured I’d better get some rest and hope I had an
idea in the morning.
So I finally curled up next to my already snoring husband
and went to sleep.
Then his alarm clock jolted pretty much everyone out of bed
way too early this morning. Seriously, did you hear it? It was at like five a.m.
Or maybe it was four. Way too early.
While I did have to get up earlier than normal so I’d have time
to write this post, I didn’t have to be up that early. I managed to get some
more rest until my alarm went off.
Then Melinda asked me about the way too loud alarm that went
off in the middle of the night. That’s when we decided at least everyone in the
house had to have heard it though two of that number probably hadn’t gone to bed yet since they are night owls. And here I’d thought that he’d gotten over the
need for obnoxiously loud alarms to get him up in the morning.
At least it didn’t scare the beejeebies out of me like the
first time he did that to me.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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