Out of a sound sleep into OMG
So at 7 a.m. I was in a very deep sleep.
A glorious sleep.
A much needed sleep.
A sound sleep I hadn’t the like of in months.
At 7:02 his hollering broke through my deep sleep.
Slammed with adrenaline I leap off the couch and bark my shin and a pinky toe on the coffee table.
He’s fallen and he can’t get up.
I can’t get him up.
It’s a little after 7 a.m. no one is answering their doors, I’m betting they are in the throes of REM sleep where I was a few minutes ago.
I call 911. I apologize profusely for calling but he needs to be up off the floor and in his bed. I cannot lift him.
Shortly afterwards a firetruck shows up. I apologize profusely for dragging them out and point three firefighters in his direction.
I am embarrassed about the stairs I didn’t get vacuumed and dust in the hall I didn’t get mopped. But I don’t get enough sleep. I am so tired that cleaning is low on my list of things to do.
He gets clean clothes to wear and meals made for him to eat. The dishes are always washed…
I’m just too damned tired to clean.
When I think of how bad the attic is and if it were clean of the mess from the roofer I could put the stuff up there that made it to the back bedroom but no further because the attic is a mess from the damned roofer and I am too tired to do the basic cleaning much less all that needs to be done there.
I am too damned tired.
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