So I turned in around 9 last night. Was very tired and was hopeful I’d get a good night’s sleep. While I did get to sleep, I never fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed and tossed and turned for 11 hours. The only dream I remember was trying to track Rudy down so we could smoke crack. This morning I’m tired and irritable to boot.
Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder about my mother. Last night I asked her if she’d let Roscoe out of my room in the mornings so he wouldn’t paw and lick me awake long before I was ready to get up. She said she thought I wanted to get up early. I said I did but that I wasn’t able to get to sleep until very late. A little while later she wanted to know if the psychiatrist might could so something about my not sleeping. I told her again that I was sleeping just fine, just not on the schedule I preferred. She seemed to understand.
And she let Roscoe out before he could start in on me. The icing on the cake was that she let Lilly in a few minutes later. Never mind that I’d told her Lilly was barred after the great bed wetting episode. An hour of so later when I got up to pee and eject Lilly Mom met me in the hall and said she let Lilly in my room because she wouldn’t stop crying. So she let her in my room to disturb me? Is Mom just that stupid or is there some sort of passive-aggressive or other insanity going on with her? Actually this was fairly predictable and typical of the kind of shit she does. I’ll try and start making a note of her antics for your amusement and my relief.
0 Responses to “no winning”