I don't really require a whole lot of sleep. I usually try to go to bed between 10 and 10:30, and Rach usually lets me go to sleep by at least 11:30. What are we doing for that hour, you ask? It usually goes something like this:
10:15 pm - I fall asleep.
10:16 pm - After just coming out of the bathroom, Rach says, "Hey babe, can you go turn off the bathroom light?"
10:17 pm - I return from the bathroom and get back into bed.
10:18 pm - I fall asleep again.
10:19 pm - Rach says, "Hey babe, have you seen the cat? I think she's outside. Can you go let her in?"
10:24 pm - After finding the cat, I return to bed.
10:25 pm - I fall asleep.
10:26 pm - Rach says, "Hey babe, can you go put Jaxon back in his bed?"
10:28 pm - I carry Jax to his room, and return to bed.
10:30 pm - I fall asleep.
10:37 pm - Rach says, "Hey babe, would you rather have another baby? Or a new house?"
10:57 pm - We wrap up that gem of a conversation, and I fall asleep.
10:58 pm - Rach says, "Hey babe, can you rub my back until I fall asleep?"
11:14 pm - Fingers cramped, Rach falls asleep.
11:15 pm - I fall asleep.
You see, if there's one thing that Rach hates about me, it's my uncanny ability to fall asleep at a moments notice. She hates it. She hates it more than she hates when I quote Joe Dirt. Dang. She hates it so much that sometimes, when she runs out of creative ways to wake me up, she'll just kick me.
So anyway, last night, I got to sleep at about 11:45. It actually took me about 2 minutes to fall asleep, though, because it was so hot in the house. It was about 75 degrees and balmy outside last night, and I think it was about 80 degrees inside. Why no air conditioner, you ask? I'll explain. In November, we had a $400+ electric bill, so we cut the circuit breaker to the AC off. When it's cold, get a blanket. When it's hot, turn the fan on. Rach and I decided that we're not flipping the breaker back on until we all look like the cast from A Time To Kill. Remember how sweaty everybody was in that movie? I can't watch that movie without taking a shower after. But we're not turning the AC back on until I look like this.
So at some point in the middle of the night, I'm laying in a puddle of my own sweat, and I hear a phone ringing downstairs. But it doesn't sound like a cell phone, it sounds like an old rotary phone like the ones from the '60s. It takes me a second for me to realize what it is, but then I remember that Scarlett had told me she was going to set her alarm to wake up early. I roll over to look at the clock....4:00 am....4:00 am? Really? So I went in to her room and woke her up, "Scarlett...Scarlett...Doonie....wake up. Wake up, baby." She started to slowly, confusedly open her eyes, "What daddy?" I said, "Scarlett, your alarm is going off downstairs. I wasn't sure if you had an important appointment at 4 in the morning that I didn't know about. Maybe you should get up and go turn your alarm off." And she stumbled downstairs to turn off her alarm. So I go get back in bed, and at this point, it's about 4:15. I usually wake up at 4:35. Oh well, twenty minutes of sleep is better than nothing. 20 minutes of sleep is also better than 14 minutes of sleep, because at 4:29 am, I get abruptly woken up by the extreme loudness of "CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKA CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKACHICKA!" So I think to myself, some inconsiderate shmuck turned on their sprinklers at 4:30 in the morning? Who on earth would be crazy enough to do that? Then I realized that the sprinklers were hitting OUR windows, and remembered that Rach was working out in the yard yesterday. And I realized that I was married to the inconsiderate shmuck. Did I say schmuck? I meant lovable, eccentric queen. So I get up and run downstairs, because in between the CHITs and the CHICKAs, I can hear the water hitting the neighbors' car. And in an effort to keep them from hating us any more than they already do, I went outside to turn off the water. It was still pitch black outside, so I could barely see, but I though I could make out the trajectory of the sprinkler. But keep in mind, it's 4:30 in the morning, and I don't think I had all of my wits about me. I made it to the side of the house without getting wet, but just as I got to the spicket, I got smacked in the face with about 4 CHITs, "CHIT! CHIT! CHIT! CHIT!" And I'm soaked. From head to toe. I walked back inside, wet and deflated, ready to start my day. I had to go back upstairs first, so I could get dressed like a ninja in the dark. You know, because I wouldn't want to wake Rach up. And as I'm walking up the stairs, I hear a bell tower clanging in my room. Bell tower? What the...why? Apparently, Rach set her alarm for 4:45 for some reason. I don't think she had any intentions of getting up, because she was still sound asleep. No, I think she was just making sure I wasn't getting any sleep. Out of spite. But I just gotta keep on keepin on. Because......
"Life's a Garden, Dig It!" (Joe Dirt, 2001)
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