I dream of sleeping. I do most of this dreaming while I am awake. And as the weekend draws nearer I, like Tantalus , start really believing that this Saturday, surely this Saturday, I will get to sleep in. So I close my eyes on Friday night with a comfortable hope and then bright and early (early early early) Saturday morning I awake to this two centimeters from my face.
Next Verver enters and starts pulling and tugging. "Wake up maw maw wake up maw maw wake up maw maw wake up maw maw food yunch food yunch wake up maw maw wake up maw maw."
By this time everyone is piled in on top of The Professor and me and the stand off begins. Which one of us can endure the most elbow shots to the groin and knees to the tender bosom? How many chops to the trachea will it take before one of us gives in and gets up to feed the animals?(And by animals I mean kids.) I win. I always win. Up and at 'em Professor and take these feral children with you.
And this is the moment when I am so close to the quiet sinking into sleep I just woke up from dreaming about. This is also the moment when I realize everyone is going to stay in bed with me.
Did I say bed? I meant air mattress. Which leads me to the other reason I dream of sleep so much. In the past 4 months The Professor and I have bought two very nice beds. Nice, big, swimming, king-size beds that could comfortably contain the Saturday morning melee while I slumbered on. We bought one, sold one and bought another one. That one is still not here and we have been sleeping on an air mattress for 7 weeks now. I honestly do not believe that it will ever arrive in all of it's handcrafted glory. It just hangs there above my head in a little dream cloud and when I reach out for it, it disappears.
So no more dreaming. Time to wake up to reality.
I am sleeping on the most expensive air mattress known to man.