Insomniacs

Dudley is starting to rub off on us.

He gets up anywhere from two to ten times a night, occasionally because he has to pee really bad, and more often because he’s bored and wants to see if there are any squirrels out who want to play.

Because of this, Casey is also often up two to ten times a night.   I sleep like someone encased my skull in concrete, and nothing (aside from Kenny’s faintest cough or sniffle) wakes me up.   Dudley could be playing conga drums on-top of me, and if would still be Casey who gets up to either let him out, or drag him by the ears back to bed.

Recently, though, we have all been up half the night.   Casey and I are used to our deluxe king bed with a feather top at home, and here at his parent’s house, we are in a full bed.   Kenny is used to his twin-sized bed made of baseball bats and his menagerie of stuffed animals; here he is subjected to a queen-sized bed and only two or three stuffed furry friends to keep him company.   (Don’t ask why he’s in the queen and we’re in the full… it came down to room placement and furniture… or Casey chose the rooms…)  

So Kenny has been getting lonely at about 2AM, and crawling in with us.   At which time Dudley decides that the floor is too degrading, and he tries to jump in as well.   Couple all that with my increasing need to pee every few hours through the night, and you’ve got a nocturnal circus.

Last night I was up for over an hour, listening to Dudley snore and the delayed-timer dishwasher whoosh, wondering if I would just wait to see the sunrise.   Does this prod me into bed earlier, you might ask?   Yeah, right.   When else do I get to use the computer??