March 2nd, 2009

Reverting to Childhood

My mother used to tell me that my only problem with sleeping as a baby was that I didn't want to go to sleep -- I was afraid I'd miss something. When I finally did get to sleep, they had to wrap the telephones in towels and place a sign next to the doorbell: "Please knock, baby's sleeping!" When I was a kid, however, I had a problem sleeping through the night. It was a pretty safe bet, in fact, that I would wake up in the middle of the night, every night. There were any number of reasons . . . I was afraid that someone was going to come in my bedroom window and get me; I was afraid an alligator would slink down the hall and get me; I was afraid that Jaws (yes, the shark) would come crashing through the ceiling and I wouldn't be able to escape.

I'm no longer afraid of Jaws. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, exactly, if anything. But for whatever reason, for the past couple of months, at some point during the night, I'm awake. Sometimes it's an easy enough fix if I turn over, or I get up and use the bathroom. Then there are nights like tonight, where I've discovered There's Something About Mary on television, as well as House Hunters (even though I've seen this episode). I've also been able to use this time to work on my knitting and refresh my memory of how to increase stitches.

So to sum up, if you're awake between the hours of 2-5 a.m., sign on to gmail chat . . . maybe we could kill some time.