The Night That Never Ends....

Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night thinking it was time to get up? I hate it when that happens. I got up at 1:30AM, looked over and didn’t see my spouse because it was too dark and my eyes weren’t adjusted. I assumed he had already gotten up, taken a shower, shaved, and was now awakening the boys. I evidently dreamed at some point that it was 6:30 and when I didn’t ‘see’ him next to me, I assumed I overslept.

I bolted out of bed and walked into the kitchen… to find it dark. I couldn’t see the kid’s lights on either. A glance at the kitchen clock showed me what time it was. I was confused and crawled back into bed with the confirmation that yes, in fact, it was 1:30 AM by looking at my clock.

Back to sleep, I kept dreaming that we were planning a 2nd funeral, 5 years later for my mother in law. My sister in law, the hippy from CA, was in town at their old home, calling me, 2nd guessing every decision I made. (There is a reason for this part of the dream.) Then I began questioning why we were doing this again and she kept telling me, “Because she died… again” as if I were stupid. It was frustrating and sad… and then I kept waking up on the hour, every hour: 2:34, 3:34, 4:34 until it really was 6:30. Needless to say, today I was a zombie.