Here I sit with nothing to blog about. I am not at work because my voice is going and it disappears at will with no warning and so I sit squeaking worse than a mouse who's had his cheese stolen. Although my job requires a voice for 100% of the work I do I feel guilty because I'm not feeling that bad. Ho Hum.
Onwards and upwards however I hope to get a good night sleep, probably by sleeping in the spare room so I don't keep my husband up with the snoring I develop when I am ill and he doesn't keep me up because again when I'm ill I'm a light sleeper. I say when I'm ill because generally speaking a bomb could go off beside my head I would sleep right through it.
Speaking of which here's an odd trivia fact.. I can sleep though just about anything...except my son making a peep. It doesn't have to be a loud peep. I wake up hearing him sneeze from two rooms away. I wonder why that wakes me up but almost nothing else does.
This probably falls under the same crazy Mom laws for the same reason I have to check him at night before I go to bed and if I wake up at any point I need to check him again. I don't know what I check him for. I understand logically that there is really no reason to check him. I realize logically that there is little to no chance that were he to just stop breathing for some reason it's not likely going to be in the 2 seconds I am in his room and I just happen to be checking on him. But logical doesn't come into play when it comes to this. I have tried to just go back to sleep and instead lay there tossing and turning until I haul my fanny back outta bed, tippy toe down the hallway and check. Then I return to my bed and fall asleep in five seconds flat.
Well for not having anything to blog about I sure managed to type a lot. Sweet dreams to everyone out there.
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