When Morning Comes Again
January 5th, 2009
We haven’t been sleeping very well over here as Shepherd has either night terrors, or a mean growth spurt going on. He wakes three to four times a night and just jabbers away, shrieks, bats around. We have to bolt up and tear in there because he and Ruby share a room — so her sleep hasn’t been too restful either. One or two nights we have succombed to having her sleep in the guest room on another floor, but for the most part, a couple of pets on the back and some soothing tunes will help the little one back to sleep.
I was already up this morning and in the bathroom when Ruby came padding in in her footie pajamas, still half asleep. She usually crawls in bed with Shaun and me, having awakened before everyone else. She yawned and yammered, “Why are you up already this early?” I said “Well, your brother was up a lot of the night and I just couldn’t get back to sleep.”
Complete with a scratch to her rear end, Archie Bunker style, Ruby cocked her hip, leaned into the cabinet, and sighed, “You’re tellin’ me.”

Pretenders, I Go To Sleep




