Feeling tired is a facet of my being.
I see myself coming and going some days and wonder why that tired, harried looking woman doesn't get a nap.
This morning is no exception to that rule thanks to a 3 a.m. wake-up call from Daddy. He doesn't mean to do it, but when he gets his days and nights confused or looks at a clock that no longer really makes sense, he calls.
So 3 a.m. it is...
He is sorry he called. He thought it was three in the afternoon and wanted to know where I was.
I assure him that it is indeed the middle of the night and that he can go back to bed. Deferring that explanation to another time, he is more concerned about his new cell phone being charged up and getting the phone book restored in it. Ostensibly, this is so that he can use it to wake OTHER people. I digress...
After convincing him it REALLY is 3 in the blessed a.m., he hangs up and I attempt to go back to bed. It doesn't happen. Rather than keeping Rick from any sleep, I go to the guest room to struggle out the rest of the time until the alarm sounds.
As per usual, I go to make Daddy his breakfast, he's only two blocks from me and for right now, that is a good thing. Were Daddy to be in residence here, things would likely get ugly. Between Jared's sleeplessness and Daddy's, someone would always be running on empty and I'm reasonably certain that the phrase 'walking dead' would take on a whole new meaning.
When I let myself in, there sits Daddy, fully dressed and chipper and raring to go. Yeah. Having already cooked himself some grits (enough for three people - he only at some of them), he declines to have me make his usual breakfast tray.
We spent our morning time sorting out his phone and correcting phone numbers that need to be either deleted from the memory bank or edited to reflect changes. I realize now I forgot to change Thomas' cell phone number, but that may be for the best. No college student who is working, going to school and trying to sort out married life needs to lose even more sleep than they already do.
I'm not sure what it is about Daddy's dementia that brings on the odd periods of daytime and nighttime confusion. Nor do I understand about Jared's condition creating the same alternate reality of wakefulness. What I am sure about is that when it happens, there are days that BOTH of them are off track and it makes for some pretty exhausting days for me. They don't seem to mind.
Oh well. I guess this just means I have more time to get the laundry done and contemplate whether to make the oatmeal raisin cookies for the Relief Society meeting tomorrow. I know if I lie down the phone will begin to ring... Murphy's Law dictates that to be true.
Daddy once told me that Murphy was an optimist. Based on how my life runs sometimes, I'm fairly certain that is true. Murphy also apparently didn't believe in sleep because sure as God made little green apples, I will get 3 a.m. wake up calls so long as Daddy is able to grab a phone and reach out and touch someone.
