So last night Rob and I played the Game Which Shall Not Be Named. I managed to stay awake until about 10, and then headed upstairs. I read for awhile and fell asleep. Rob stayed up to put the dogs out at midnight, put them in their kennel, and followed me up to bed. He was reading on the bookreader (we have the poor man’s version of a Kindle) when he heard the dogs yapping away. Sure enough, they needed outside for one final pee. He took them out, they did their thing, he came back up, and was asleep by 2.
We were blissfully sleeping away, me for five-ish hours, Rob for about 90 minutes, when I heard it. Whiny puppies. Not a normal “let me out of this kennel I want to have some fun times” bark/whine, which they gave up weeks ago when they realized that they don’t get the run of the house when we’re sleeping, but a “Oh my stars dude I gotta poop!” bark. I poked Rob. “What time is it?” “Huh?” “What time is it?” “What?”. By this time I had located the clock and recognized that it was 3:35 am. “Robbie… Robbie it’s not 4 yet and the dogs are barking. Do you think they will stop?” “What?” “Do you think that I should put them out?” “Who?” “The dogs! They need out!” “When?” (Seriously, when my husband is sleeping soundly, he becomes Vinnie Barbarino). I got out of bed and put them out. We walked all over the backyard for about 10 minutes and they both finally, you know, finished up. And of course now I was fully awake. At quarter to four in the morning. When I had to wake up in a little less than three hours.
I do not like being awake when I should be sleeping. Especially when I know that I have to be up and about soon, and that me not getting at least 8 hours’ sleep means me barely being able to function. It fills me with this sense of dread and doom. I say stupid things to myself. “If I fall asleep RIGHT NOW I can still get a two and a half hours of sleep!” “If I fall asleep NOW I can still get two hours!” and so forth.
I think I got about an hour and a half, for a total of probably about six and a half hours. Not quite the eight that would make me not loopy, but better than zero.
Today was interesting at work. I got there and realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth (luckily I have a bursh and paste in my desk), that my underpants were inside out, and that I hadn’t worn my shoes – I’d worn the flip flops I usually wear around the house.
All in all, quite a successful day, fashion-wise. And somehow, I am still awake at 10:42 pm. But I can nap tomorrow! Unless these little weiners decide to rampage all over me again. Which I don’t mind, it was just odd.