Insomnia can do some really messed up things to a person.
So we’re at the beach. It is PERFECT here, and I could not have wished for anything more in a vacation, except.. no, seriously, nothing more to ask for. Tony’s been happy as a clam, it’s been awesome having my parents down the hall, we’ve been lazy for days on end, and everything is as it should be for a vacation.
But last night, for whatever reason, I could not sleep. It is SO frustrating, knowing that you have a golden opportunity to sleep (SLEEP, DAMN YOU!), and yet? I’m sitting there, running the lyrics to You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinchin my head at two o’clock in the morning. At home it wouldn’t be so bad, as I could go to another room and turn on the tv or plug in a computer, but here, we’re all sharing one giant room, and there’s nothing I could do that wouldn’t chance a wake-up call to the toddler in the metal crib.
Tony is the most overly dramatic sleeper I’ve ever encountered. He will grandly flail back and forth in his crib, sighing loudly and whimpering from time to time, making me wonder what evils he’s run into that would warrant such a display. More whining, more thwacking his limbs around, and finally, from his lips.. “BUUBUHLLS!!”
Yes, bubbles. BUBBLES are causing my child’s nightmares.
Summer camp is gonna be a bitch for this kid.
Between his histrionics and Bryan’s penchant for chainsaw imitations, I’d probably be better off getting more restful sleep inside a circus tent. But in reality? This makes for an AWESOME wake-up call:
Also, one thing I’ve noticed since I’m sleepier is that I am adamant about moving at Tony’s speed. I don’t know why this is such a big deal to me, but I’m forcing myself to walk at his pace. He walks everywhere on vacation, and if he feels like ambling slowly, I follow his lead. If he feels like hopping, I do too. I have found that this irritates the HELL out of everyone around me. And I don’t begrudge them, because on a normal Wednesday afternoon, you’d find me running around, with my hair on fire, getting agitated that the redhead with the gimp child are just IN YOUR FREAKIN’ WAY AND COULD THEY JUST MOVE ALREADY?!
And, no, thank you, we can’t. We’re on vacation.
