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Thursday, March 13, 2008 Awakenings
One day last week, a rare and magical thing happened. The stars aligned and circumstances conspired in such a remarkable way that I did something amazing.
I woke up.
What's so amazing about that, you might wonder? Surely you would assume that I wake up almost every day, or at least on the days when I post (unless you disagree, in which case don't make me disable the comments on this entry). What's the big deal?
The big deal is the difference between subject and object. Or, to put it in a less grammar-geeky way, the difference between waking up and being woken up. Catch my meaning?
As a person with two jobs, a preschooler, and a thirty-eight-year-old bladder, it's vanishingly rare for me to awaken on my own without some kind of direct or indirect cue from one of the above. It could be the alarm clock going off at seven to tell me it's time to get ready to go to the office, or it could be Trash calling upstairs to let me know that three hours is plenty long for a Sunday afternoon nap, or it could be a three-year-old at four in the morning suddenly saying "I'm hungry" two inches from my head.
But last Tuesday evening, M. Small was still at the home of his grandparents for an overnight stay. This was the first such visit in over a month, since my parents had left for Florida at the end of January. Yes, he also got to visit them down there, but so did I, and I'd decided to share a bedroom with him while we were there. Nuff said.
But on this particular night, he wasn't expected home until eight p.m. or so. I didn't have any writing projects due. And the house was pretty clean. So after work, Trash and I crawled into bed for a nap, making sure to set the alarm for seven.
My 17-month-old slept in one morning a few weeks ago, and I got to wake up of my own accord. You're right -- that is the awesomest feeling in the whole wide world! Nice to know I only have to ship him off to the grandparents to get that feeling again...
That happened to us on Sunday. Yay for the time change. My 20 month old slept all night for the first time in his life and my 4 year old slept in! It is indeed a nice feeling.
A friend of mine calls this "natural rising," and it's very nice indeed.
Ohhhhhhhhh, man >Homer Simpson lusty gurgle<. Can you bottle o' that and send it to me?