I was talking with Molly about the sleeping habits of the family the other day when our kids were young. We weren't a real "regular" sort of group. At anytime, you could find one of us wandering like a nomad. Seriously, 811 Winchester Circle had someone awake 24 hours per day most of the thirty years we lived there. Bill would work late, I'd work early.....a child would be hungry....a dog would want out. A cat fight would be going on in the bushes....Mike and I would be watching the Waltons in the middle of the night. It was a house of expandable bedtimes.
At one point in our life, I nicknamed us the Wandering Weavers.
************************
My hee-bee-gee-bee's used to come regularly at about 2:00 a.m. You might say that this is when I get the yips of life.
***********************
In the middle of the night, my mind would race....foolish, foolish races! Like a blast from the past, this week I woke up thinking about Mary Michael taking these "Milestone" tests. FYI....she's not even in kindergarten. Then, I wondered who would ask her to prom....or if she would ask someone. Then I wondered if there would even be such things as prom....I hadn't been up in the middle of the night for a long, long time. I don't want to start these crazy nights again...but this one journey into my mid-night ramblings brought back tons of memories.
***********************
One night I thought about an employee of Bill's from another life . We lived in another state at the time. She woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom. She went in and my gosh....there was a big snake in the toilet bowl. No lie! I don't remember what she did.--why don't I remember what she did when she found the big snake? Flash forward 35 years. I got to thinking, could snakes crawl up and get in our toilet bowl? Then I had to go to the bathroom. Then I thought, what am I going to do if there's a snake in the toilet? Then I thought, then I thought, then I thought....
***********************
I have thought about tornadoes. Tomatoes. Money. Toledo, Iowa. Tortellini. Italy. Venice. Water. The creek. Molly. Mike. Dan. Bill. All of the other family members. Bushes. My childhood friends. Their families. State Center. Work. AND if the milk is sour. You name it...I've probably had a worry about it. Teenagers. Murder trials. Broken hearts. Broken promises.
***********************
"Turn it off!" Easier said than done in the wee small hours of the morning.
***********************
My mother's mother used to say to not waste time worrying about things you can do nothing about. AND if you were worried about something you can change, you better change it.
**********************
I'm fortunate. My molehills aren't mountains right now. I have been exercising more. Eating better and therefore, sleeping better. I'm trying to change those things I can change. I love my family and friends. "Good night, John Boy!"
No comments:
Post a Comment