There once was a woman who wrote……..
Stories, poems, notes…….
She wrote and wrote and had a grand time…….
Putting words down for others to read…..
Was a habit, no wait, a need……
Now she has stopped because life got in the way……
Too much to do and little to say…….
Then the New Year came……
And she vowed it would not stay the same…..
Making a promise to write again with renewed vigor……
Only to find herself doing nothing but spewer…….
Silly little rhymes instead of something of note…..
So, I hope you’ll excuse my false little promise……
That I made in a moment of blitheness…..
I thought life would be different……..
But Life thought me too flippant…..
All I could come up with after thinking and plotting…..
Was this silly little poem that will make you think I’m dotty…….
Because the rhyming is all wrong ……..
And it’s silliness is overlong……
But, that’s all I got on this cold winters day…..
Is a dumb little poem that won’t garner any applause……
Named so appropriately, ‘There Once Was’………
If you think this post is going to be about the nightlife where I party…well you will be disappointed.
It’s about sleep or the lack of in my case. Let me set the scene for you.
The husband and I are at the age where we like our sleep at night. Because of his severe back problems we set up his bed in the living room. Yes, not the prettiest living room decor but it is what it has to be.
He loves his TV. He watches it all the time. For him, it has to be on twenty-four hours a day. Even when he sleeps.
Now me, I must have a quiet semi-dark room to sleep. I have never been able to sleep with a TV or radio on. As I grow older it gets worse. I hate noise at night except the white noise of my fan. This is the only way I can sleep.
My bedroom is right off the living room. I keep my door closed and he turns down his TV to the lowest he can have it and still hear it. Now, have I told you he is also going deaf? Yes, unfortunately, he is. He wears two hearing aids which help a lot.
Now, for the most part, the TV is not the problem. I’ve kind of gotten used to it. Although I must admit, the odd times the power goes off and the TV is quiet, I rejoice inside. Don’t tell the husband.
Ok, back to my story. The husband is on super strong pain medication and he takes sleeping pills at night. Two of them. Most times he sleeps for about an hour or two then he is up and down all night. And here lies my problem.
As he is awake off and on all night he snacks later at night. I don’t mind that, as he needs to gain weight and if he wants to eat at 1 am, who am I to tell him no? The only rule we have is no using the stove. (he sometimes forgets to turn it off. Danger!) So he raids the refrigerator and eats like a teenager. In fact, he lives sort of like a teenager. He sleeps most of the day and eats in the middle of the night, and waits for me to clean up after him.
So, what am I complaining about then, you ask? This was last night….
I’m all comfy in my bed with Sam (my dog) at my side and just drifting off to sleep when…
*crinkle, crinkle, CRINKLE!*
My eyes pop open as I wonder what the hell that noise is. I hear it again…
*crinkle, CRINKLE, CRIIINNNKLEEE*
After hearing it again I finally figure out it is the husband eating potato chips in bed and it’s the noise of the bag.
I shake my head and close my eyes and just start to go into a sweet slumber when I hear…..
*bang! rrrrrrrrrrrrr, ding, ding, ding!*
The husband running the microwave for his snacks. No problem, I hear it most nights so I close my eyes again.
*clink, clink, clink*
*clink, clink, CLINK!*
Eyes popping open, again.
*clink, CLINK, clink*
I finally figure out it’s the husband eating and is the sound of his fork hitting the plate, plus the potato chip bag. Rather damn loud too. Sighhhhh.
I swear under my breath and look at the clock, 2 am. I was asleep for all of half an hour. I’m tired so I close my eyes and snuggle down into my pillows.
Sleep, sweet sleep. Finally. My eyes pop open and I sit up in bed in a flash as I hear someone shouting…….
*BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP, WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH, BLEEP, BLEEP!!!*
I almost leaped out of my skin. It was so loud it sounded right next to me. It wasn’t. It was the TV. The husband fell asleep and turned over on the TV remote and turned it up very high. He turned it down before I went into the living room like a raging harpy and threw the remote and the TV out the door. Lucky him.
My heart slowed down and I looked at the clock and frowned, 2:34 am. I was so tired!
I get up to go to the bathroom as my bladder has decided since I was awake now anyway, why not empty it. I grumble as I do my bladder’s bidding and think if I am woken up one more time, the husband won’t need sleeping pills as I will put him to sleep myself. The hard way.
I crawl back into bed and close my eyes once more. A deep sigh escapes as I drift off into dreamland. Finally. Hopefully.
As I write this, the husband is sound asleep and I think it’s time to do some vacuuming.
(This post was done for WordPress’s Daily Prompt Later and yes, it’s all true.)
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