Charlyn’s Web

I crawled back into bed after getting up for the second time with T last night. She has a cold and has been thrashing about a bit more than usual. Mind you, it’s not easy to thrash about in her bed with all the dolls and books she has stashed in there but somehow she manages. I don’t have to do much when I get up with her, just cover her up or stroke her head but any interruption to my sleep goes against my sloth like nature and is considered a horrible event.

I lay my weary body down, weary from cooking for two days and then cleaning up (The Col. helped with that which was wonderful!) and then I heard it.

Click, click, click.

I knew that sound. I had heard it about three times here in the last few months.

Click, click, click.

It was The Dog pacing in the utility room. That was not good.

I tried to ignore it.

Click, click, click.

It wasn’t going away. I considered waking The Col. because even though I may occasionally take pity on the poor creature and feed him, he is The Col.’s dog. But then my heart felt pity on the poor man who hasn’t been sleeping well. It was two AM. If I woke him then he probably would not go back to sleep and if I let him sleep then he would get another hour and a half- until about 3:30 which has been when he wakes up, apparently, just for the fun of it.

Click, click, click.

Whine.

It was getting desperate and even though The Col. seems to wake up at the drop of a hat, he doesn’t ever seem to wake up when his Dog needs him.

Sigh.

Up I get, drag myself out, put my feet on the cold hard floor of the utility room and let the poor guy out. I get a blanket and curl up in a fetal position on the couch until I hear him back on the porch. He was certainly acting perky for such an awful hour. I was grateful there was enough oxygen hanging around for my activity. I am a firm believer that there isn’t oxygen at those hours of the night. To prove to me otherwise you would have to get me up and encourage activity and then I would have to seriously harm you. That would not be a good thing so we will leave it as unproven scientific fact.

The Col. insists that there is enough oxygen at 3:30 when he has been waking up (today being no exception) but I figure that is probably what is causing his whole sleep problem. His poor brain cells are oxygen deprived at that time and causing them to misfire.

That’s my theory and I am sticking to it!

And next time he had better take care of his dog!