My thoughts on a page.

Sorry before you all sympathize with me and become upset on my behalf let me explain.
This is how I felt when I got up this morning.

Today is Saturday. That means last night was Friday night. One of the best nights of the week.
On a Friday night you can sit down and relax. Open a bottle of wine, or in my case continue drinking the remainder of the previous nights bottle.
A Friday night drink is a joy as it is guilt free. After all it’s the weekend.
Then I settle down to watch my usual chosen Friday night viewing.

There is an almost holiday feeling to a Friday night. The prospect of a the weekend ahead. No work and of course a lie in.

I don’t often do lie ins. I teach swimming which over the years has meant early starts.
This has obviously messed with my body clock resulting in my thinking 8am is a lie in regardless of the time I went to bed the night before.
However last night I smiled to myself as I poured another glass of cheap white plonk ( I’m married to an accountant who buys it for me!) The thought of waking up late and staying on in bed was delicious.
As a result of this lovely Saturday morning plan I decided I would stay up even later than normal.

Eventually tired but oh so content I retired for the night.

Five hours later I was robbed!
Robbed of sleep. Robbed of a lie in. Robbed of a morning reading peacefully in bed. Feckin robbed, and by more than one thief.

The first thief was my youngest child who awoke at 6 am with a terrible nightmare. As I tried to calm her, I desperately tried not to wake up fully. Thankfully she went back to bed and settled to sleep once more. God help her, I thought, nightmares are awful. I easily forgave her and I too began to sleep once more.

What seemed like moments later I was startled awake once again. The dog must have seen the same vision my daughter had, because she was barking her brains out. Afraid she would disturb my newly settled youngest I raced down the stairs to kill her comfort her. As I left her in her basket I admit I was not as forgiving towards her as I had been for my daughter.
Back to bed I went, tucked myself up and despite my agitation I began to drift off.

Whaaaat is that? I could hear a radio. My husband had wrongly set his alarm. “I’ll kill him” I thought. It wasn’t even on a proper station so there was music and noise blasting. As I waited, blood pressure rising for him to turn it off I realized he was deaf to the racket. As I kicked him (not as hard as I would have liked), I must admit I was now at my least forgiving. This was not how it was supposed to be.

As I tried to take some deep breaths, our usually quiet pup began once more to alert us to absolutely nothing. As I once again raced downstairs I was at my least forgiving. My mood could have been perfectly described as murderous.

After murdering, settling the dog, I slowly made my way back upstairs.
I was met by my husband who calmly said with no hint of sarcasm, “why don’t you stay in bed this morning and relax”.
Luckily for him, words failed me!

I’d been robbed. Definitely feckin robbed.
Will I try again next week? I’m not sure.To be honest I don’t think it is worth the effort.

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