In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning . . .

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning . . .

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning . . .

 

Hello 3:00 a.m.

Long time no see.

Is it rude of me to say that I haven’t particularly missed you?

I mean, I thought we had an understanding. You would only come to visit when invited, such as during departures for family road trips in the wee hours of the morning, and only then if you’re packing half a dozen apple fritters and a couple of cups of strong java.

Now, all of a sudden, you pop in unexpectedly and, as uncivil as it sounds, I have to say, I like your sisters, 6:00 a.m. and even 5:00 a.m., a heck of a lot better.

They’re not nearly as intrusive and demanding.

They know how to ease into a conversation unlike you who bursts in with a plethora of loud, plaguing questions from how I’m dealing with unfulfilled life goals to where my 18-year-old may be sleeping at this moment to how I could even have thought about going to bed with a sink full of dirty dishes left over from the dinner we hosted with friends a few hours ago.

And, really, I fail to see how those things are any of your concern.

Tell you what, I’m up now, thank you for that, and the chances of me getting back to sleep are slim to none, so how ‘bout we call it a day?

Or should I say, call it day?

I have some things to take care of right now, but I have a swell idea. I think I’ll pop in to say hello to you at noon, smack dab in the middle of your REM sleep, at which point I’ll question you about your odd aversion to the sun and your even odder affinity with peeping Toms, boogie men, werewolves and the like.

We’ll see just how much you welcome my company.

Sound good?

Written by Becky


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6 Comments
  • Bonnie says:

    Wow, we could have all had a party! Lately, it never fails…I wake up between 2 and 3:30 am. What’s that about? Hope you both get a nice relaxing nap this afternoon!

  • Patty from MMC says:

    Ah, those wakeful nights! Hate ’em. And the harder you try to relax and clear you head and think sleepy thoughts, the more that bombards your brain. It’s the curse of most women as they get a wee bit older. The part of growing older I don’t like. The more I find the need for a nap at about 3 p.m. Just when you think you’ll FINALLY be able to catch up on all the sleep you’ve missed over those years with sleepless babies and hectic days, you brain rebels and says, “I want to be awake NOW!” But, with so much football on TV today, you have a prime chance to start watching one of several games and then allow yourself to go comatose.

    • Becky says:

      Yep, I think an afternoon nap is in the cards for me today. Time for me to mow the lawn now though. Hopefully I won’t fall asleep at the top of our hill.

  • Kim Roach says:

    Right there with you this morning! At least you were productive and wrote– I just laid there with thousands of thoughts. i hope the puppy’s not too crazy today cause I may need a nap! I hope you’re day is better than your night!

    • Becky says:

      Well, I actually flipped and flopped in bed for a long time like a fish in a bucket, and then just gave up. Hope your gig was a success last night!


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Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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