I am a very lucky soul in that I have passed the baby-and-toddler-years-sleep-deprivation-stage of my life. I spent roughly 10 years in the trenches- I have paid my dues.
A person could be forgiven for thinking that I would be impassive about the occasional sleep-loss, if that person were a total stranger. Anyone that knows me well, knows that sleep is on the list with God, chocolate and trashy novels as non-negotiables.
I probably have some sort of mental malfunction, because I take insomnia personally. Like some sort of cosmic kick in the ass. Imagine how chipper I am this morning after 2 nearly sleepless nights in a row! IN A CUSSING ROW! Where am I? In some sort of torture camp?
Two nights ago, Mother Nature decided to put on a big show for central Kentucky, complete with hurricane force winds, tornadoes, torrential downpours and booming thunder. Since I don't relish an unscheduled trip to Oz, I stayed up until 2 am flipping through the local stations, tracking the storm along with the weathermen.
In case anyone wonders why I flip around, it isn't because I am so paranoid to think one weatherman might neglect to report that cyclonic death was barreling down on my town. It is because I find them irritating and can only take listening to each one for just so long before I have to switch to someone else with a different method of getting on my nerves.
But I digress...
Once the threat of death by tornado had passed, I collapsed into bed, only to be kept awake by intermittent thunderstorms for the next couple of hours. Needless to say, I was not nice mommy yesterday.
Then, of all the unmitigated gall, my internal clock or whatever, decides that after one night of sleeplessness, it wants a repeat performance. I spent the night playing that game where you keep checking the alarm clock, getting increasingly frantic about my inability to fall asleep.
Finally, at the unholy hour of 7 am I crawled out of bed and decided that since I was already miserable I would clean. I also took the puppy out, treated the stray dog that won't leave my porch for fleas and fed and watered both of them. I am in such a pissy mood, I just might clean and organize the basement today.
I have also placed a 'Found' ad with the local paper for the stray. I hope to find her owner, she is a sweetie. If I can't find whoever lost her, I will need to find a new home for her. Anyone in my area interested in adopting her, please let me know.