If You’re Looking for a Good Campfire Story….This Isn’t It
My weekend went exactly as I planned. I moved smoothly from bed, to sofa, to recliner, back to bed. No sudden movements, no swift turns. I think the lack of activity helped me recover from the last week of travel and my mysterious ankle injury. Both are better…I’m up and running this morning.
On Saturday I did have to roll out of my recliner to fill a few Shop 24 orders and hang with the kids. But don’t worry, I didn’t exert too much energy.
Also, I needed the rest during the day because I wasn’t sleeping well at night. James was out of town and I never sleep well when he’s gone. I fall asleep after midnight and every teensy noise wakes me up and I can’t go back to sleep. I’m on edge…feeling the pressure of making sure everyone stays safe in the night.
One night I had just drifted off, around 12:30AM, when I heard a thump. I bolted up in bed and sat there as quietly as I could, not daring to breathe. Five minutes….nothing, five more…..silence. I laid back down and tried to will myself back to sleep, but it was hopeless. I got up, tiptoed around the house checking the doors for the 8th time, looked in on all of the kids sleeping so soundly in their beds, crept back under the covers wishing James were home.
I realize that wasn’t much of a story. But if given the opportunity to tell it around a campfire I could make it creepy, drawing out every bump and thump until children were on the edge of their log with anticipation of the dramatic climax. Then…..bam! Nothing. I fell asleep at 3AM and slept the rest of the night. The end.
This week we’re glad to be all together again….one BIG happy family. If I have anything to say about it no one will leave the house again for 27 days and we’ll all snuggle on the couch every night watching old movies and giggling. I want all my peeps around me.
It won’t work, will it? I’ll have to get groceries and let the kids have their own lives. I hate that.
What are you doing this week?
Follow me on Facebook for more non-campfire stories!
I’m glad you are feeling better! And glad your husband is home. Mine is out of town for the third and final week this week. Funny, I can never sleep when he works nights, but since he’s been out of town I sleep like a baby. I wonder what that’s all about? Haha. Have a great week!
If I wasn’t in Southern California, and if I knew where exactly you live, I would totally have fun messing with you right now. I’m the kind of friend that would dress in all black, with a ski mask, sneak over at 2am, bump into something just to wake you…and leave a basket of muffins on the porch for breakfast.
…be glad we aren’t neighbors.
I’m glad you’re starting to recover from your previous week! I still have a few clothes I haven’t hung up yet. That’s ridiculous!!!
Ha Ha! That is so me. I’m so OCD that I’ll check the doors several times a night….even in the middle of the night. And, unless my dad has made a 2 am Waffle House run, they’re still locked since the last time I checked them. Oh, and if he has made 2am WH run, I stay awake until he gets back so I can make sure the doors are locked again. Maybe that’s why I have these dark circles under my eyes!