Night owl….

Psalm 31:14 But I trust in you, Lord; I say, “You are my God.”

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Me, October 2019

It was a ‘stay home’ day today. The wind was fierce and biting cold, I did walk to the mailbox, but I was happy to get back into the house.

Last night, in addition to the blowing & noisy wind, my granddaughter was looking for something, at 12:30 am! I woke up to find out what the noise was in the upstairs bathroom. Then thirty minutes later there was a loud crash downstairs, and I went down to see if it was Mike – nope. It was the granddaughter! Again! I was a little miffed and asked if she could possibly make any more noise? Oops – she apologized and scooted off to bed. I finally fell asleep, again, around 1:30 in the morning and at 5 Mike woke me up to go to PT! I told him it wasn’t today, please go back to bed. He began to lay down on the sofa, with ALL the lights on, and I looked over the bannister and said, “Mike, please, it’s only 5 am – go back to bed!” He said okay, and started to leave the living room. I ended up having to go downstairs to turn off all the lights. About 5:30 I fell asleep again, only to wake up at 7:30 – my normal time. Mike was up at 10:30 and promptly laid on the sofa and went back to sleep! Granddaughter put in an appearance about 1:30 in the afternoon. I had her sit with me a minute and told her – I get it, you’re a night-owl. You like to be up all night and sleep all day; but if that’s what you’re going to do you MUST learn to do it quietly. Move slower, more precise, walk softly, you have to teach yourself to do this or you have to switch over to daytime. She was happy to get the ideas and decided to practice though out the rest of the day. (she’s almost 13)

In the meantime, Robert called to see if we had a generator – the wind knocked out the power in much of Coeur d’Alene and there was a freezer full of fish and supplies for the food truck that needed to be plugged in! So we let him use our generator. We never lost power today, we were very fortunate.

Mike had been in the shop, helping Robert get the generator out and loaded onto the trailer. As soon as Mike got into the house, he didn’t even remove his jacket, he just laid down on the sofa and went back to sleep. (sigh)

About 4 Mike woke up and decided to go to the family room to watch tv, granddaughter got a text that her Mom was picking her (and grandson) up in a few minutes and the kids got their stuff together to leave. After they were gone, Mike came into the living room and asked if the kids were outside. “No, their Mom picked them up” He said, “Okay, I better go check on them” I asked where and he said outside or in the shop. “No, their Mom picked them up. They aren’t here now.” He said Okay, I’m going to bed. We said goodnight about 6:30. And at 8 I hear Mike in the living room on the main floor, I get up to check on him. He was wearing jeans, no shoes or socks, no shirt and he was getting ready to go outside. I asked him what he was doing and he said he had to go check on the kids, and see if the smoke detector was working. I told him the kids had gone with their Mom and all was fine and it was to cold to go outside. He finally went back to bed.

Today, Mike was saying I talk to him like he’s a little kid, that I don’t give him credit for having a sense of reason. “I am an adult – please don’t treat me any different, or talk to me any different, than you’ve always done!” I don’t believe I have, but I will need to watch my intonation with him. The last thing I would want to do is make him feel less than…..

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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