I love sleep. Anybody who knows me will tell you I love sleep. And they will tell you that if I don't get a full ration of sleep, I am unbearable. We are in a perpetual cycle of broken sleep for me, which has been going on for about four months now. I fully acknowledge that there are some things I CAN be doing differently, but resolution to the principle problem continues to elude me.
This is what a typical night looks like for the Head Zookeeper (aka me):
11:00 pm (ish): Lights out. King beagle joins DH and I on the bed. This is not a problem as his snoring has the effect of a sweet lullabye and for all his 50+ lbs (he has asked me not to reveal his true weight), he really doesn't take up that much room.
11:30 pm (ish): I snappishly politely inform DH that it is bedtime and I don't want to hear about the mechanics of the new router/stack/computer doohickey he installed at work.
11:45 pm (ish): Fall asleep plotting sweet revenge as DH continues to explain about computer doohickey.
12:30 am (ish): Am rudely woken up by paw in face. This is not King Beagle, who maintains his residence at the foot of the bed. No no, this is 75+ lb Havoc who has the grace of a gazelle when it comes to getting on the bed, but loses said grace when it comes to actually sleeping in bed. Chase Havoc off of bed, waking DH in process. DH blindly grasps for spray bottle to hasten Havoc's departure off of bed, squirting me in the process.
12:45 am (ish): Fall asleep plotting DH and Havoc's revenge, with grim smile firmly in place.
1:30 am (ish) to 3:30 am (ish): Wake, with terror in heart, to KIC's bedroom door firmly closing (because neither she nor DH appreciate the value of shutting the door quietly). Feel covers on my side of bed (why it is always my side, I don't know. Maybe because I am closest to door.) unceremoniously ripped off. KIC climbs into bed for less than 10 minutes before requesting to "go backa my bed." Poke DH awake so he can take her to her bed.
4:30 am (ish): Wake with fear that I am paralyzed as I cannot move my legs. Realize Havoc has gotten on the bed, AGAIN, and chase him off. DH too tired to pick up water bottle, so I thank God for small blessings.
6:00 am (ish): After hitting snooze on alarm several times, drag sorry butt out of bed to start my day, wondering why I am so tired. Recall events of night and hate.everyone. Go to closet to get clothes for day, see that both Havoc and the dog affectionately known as The Enforcer, have occupied space previously assigned to me. This makes three out of four dogs on bed. Only reason there isn't four dogs is Old Girl is arthritic and only gets on bed for special occasions (namely, naps with mom). Family, and dogs, escape unharmed as I am out of the house before they are awake.
For the record, I recognize that crating Havoc will help with the interuptions, however, I still have KIC to contend with. I came up with a genius plan, and decided to try bribery. The night light to chase away the "frogs, spiders, bees and Queen bee" did not work, so hopefully the lure of a new Barbie and a Pinkalicious game will be the answer.
In the meantime, if you know anybody selling sleep in a bottle, I am willing to pay a pretty penny.
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