Okay, picture this.
It’s 11 p.m. Tuesday night and I’m fighting sleep. Just as I give up and decided to go to bed, I realize it’s Tuesday and I not only haven’t written my post, but I yet again have no idea what I’m going to write about.
I moan but decide it would be better to get some sleep then get up earlier than I normally do and write it then. But as I’m preparing to shut off my computer I get this vague realization that I’d already posted twice this month. (This was last month.) So, I quickly check and low and behold it isn’t my turn.
Whew!
Then I went through all the steps necessary to go to bed, which if you know anything about women, especially menopausal women. It isn’t as easy as just laying down and going to sleep.
First, there was still the computer I had to put away because I certainly couldn’t sleep with it in my bed all night. Then there was insuring any other paraphernalia I had in the bed was also put away for the night. This could include any or all of my phone, my tablet, my planner, my purse, my water bottle, my pencil pouch, and both notebooks I use for tracking information. There is also the slim possibility my backscratcher was in my bed.
Though admittedly I clear most of that out when my husband climbs in bed, so at this time I only have my laptop, the external 10-key, and the lap desk that I use when I’m in bed. I put them away.
Once I have cleared everything in front of me, the next order of business is assuring that my cpap was ready for use, which of course, only takes a minute or so to do.
Then I can move to the next issue, which is not sleep. Because I am in fact a menopausal woman, if I don’t want to be woken up by a full bladder two or threes times before morning, I need a quick bathroom break before I do attempt to go to bed.
Now, when I came out of the bathroom, the issue became that Xavier wanted his own bathroom break and not being able to reach the doorknob or turn it, he asked the only person he could see who was up and about to do that for him. I reluctantly obliged but then realized my son was not asleep. His bedroom light was on. I did check his room. He wasn’t in there. He was in the kitchen getting a late-night snack.
I told him were Xavier was, and he’d have to let him in because I was already “dead on my feet”.
Then I went to my room, arranged my pillows and blankets, put on my cpap and turned it on, lay down and then turned out my reading light. I was still awake enough sometime later to be aware that my son come into my room and helped Xavier up onto my bed as he cannot jump up high enough to get on the bed himself. At his age, his only back leg is just not up to it. (He is a tri-pod.)
You would think that was the end of my saga, but it proceeds.
Come morning I get up and check to see if Bonnie had her post up yet, which she did not. I thereby woke her up to remind her it was indeed her turn. She then proceeded to write about all her woes pertaining to misplacing her phone. (Last week’s post.)
When she had it up, I attempted to open it so, one, I could read it, and two, I could share the link like I always do.
I could NOT open it. After all my attempts did not work, I urgently texted my residential tech support. Moaning, and rubbing his eyes, he dragged himself out of bed and to my room complaining about being woken up.
He could not actually fix the problem. (He said he needed more sleep first.) But he did figure out that it was an issue with our tower, not the site, and therefore was able to find a work-around for me. Thankfully we all have mobile hotspots.
I was one, able to read her post and spot three errors she needed to fix (which she did) then post the link. (She said she was able to find those three and two others, all because she was rushing to write it last minute.)
When I went to back to check if the issue was fixed several days later, I was able to get on to our blog without any trouble. So apparently, either my son was able to fix it, or it fixed itself.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.