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Life would be much easier if babies like to chill and watch Netflix! |
When she is not looking after Olive
she is helping her parents out, looking after hers and my dad’s pets (right now
they have five cats because my older brother’s two cats are staying with
them), checking on my pets or my younger brother’s pets, running errands,
keeping the house neat, or doing nice things for us, like taking my dog, Betty,
to the vet so that when I get done with work at 5:30 I can go home instead of
to the vet’s, and picking up groceries that we need when she is at the grocery
store. So, basically, my mom is Superwoman, only she doesn’t wear the cool cape
and she can’t fly (at least not that I know of).
She is always doing something,
always moving, always rushing from one place to another—and the woman never
complains. I mean, like, never. If I were her, I would probably be telling
everyone I came across about how tired I was, from the pharmacist at Rite-Aid
to my cats. Aside from the fact that she never gets a chance to sit down, my
mom is also tired because she hardly ever sleeps. Something about not being
able to sleep seems to run in my family. Like me, my mom wakes up dozens of
times a night for no good reason. Also, she goes to bed late, and gets up just
before 5 AM to go walk the dogs with my dad and me. So, my mom basically has to
catch her 40 winks whenever there is a little extra time, which makes watching
tv and movies with her very interesting.
Often, in the evenings, I will go
to my parents’ house to eat dinner and/or watch tv. My parents have Xfinity,
which has awesome On Demand programming. (I have AT&T Uverse which, while
it provides good service, has abysmal On-Demand choices). When I watch tv with
my parents it is like having a cornucopia of television shows at my fingertips.
My mom DVR’s shows that she likes or that I like, or that she thinks one of us
will like, and then we watch them on many evenings. I try to encourage my mom
to go ahead and get ready for bed before we commence the viewing, because
having to get a shower when it’s late and you are exhausted is really
unpleasant, plus, if she has already had her shower she can go straight to bed
once we finish our tv marathon.
Recently, my mom has been
displaying signs of narcolepsy, or sleeping sickness, or whatever you want to
call it, whenever we watch tv together. She will stretch out on the orange
couch in front of the tv, and will play around on her phone as we watch. After
a few minutes, I realize that it is totally silent in the room, save for the
dialogue on the show, and I will look over and notice that my mom is sleeping
with her phone sitting right under her face. “Mom,” I will say, “You’re
asleep.” She will then wake up and proceed to tell me that she knows exactly
what is going on in the show, but that she wants to “go back just a little,” at
which point she will rewind the show. And because rewinding a show with the
Xfinity remote is like launching a turbo-propelled rocket, we will end up all
the way back at the beginning of the show by accident.
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Both Olive and my mom fight sleep with the fury of a ticked off King Kong! |
And, if you thought my mom’s
sleeping sickness was bad when she’s at her house, you should see her when she
comes to my house. I have one nice, large, flat screen tv, and it is in my
bedroom. Therefore, when we watch tv we lie on my bed. My bed, which I must
tell you, has to be the most comfortable bed in the whole world, casts some
sort of spell on my mom, and within about five minutes she is fast asleep. When
she’s at my house I don’t even try to wake her up, because she is just out
again ten seconds later. Eventually I wake her up so she can go home and
properly go to bed, but she seems to nap quite wonderfully when she lies on my
bed. Plus, sometimes she even says entertaining things while she sleeps. Like,
one time, she told me that if I wanted to get to my goal weight that the only
important thing was for me to drink water—lots and lots of water. While this
wasn’t quite as entertaining as that time my dad talked in his sleep, it was
still a good start.
Clearly, my mom is sleep-deprived.
I have tried suggesting that she just go to bed early, or that she take a nap
in the late afternoon, but my mom is not one to ever just rest or take time for
herself. I wish she were, but she just isn’t. This is what makes me think that
my mom is made of more formidable stuff than I am; I am always lying down on my
bed to rest when I get home from work, and you don’t have to tell me twice to
take a nap! I also think this difference between my mom and myself may be
generational, as I think each successive generation gets less and less tough.
So, barring the off chance that my
mom does, indeed, have narcolepsy or sleeping sickness, I would say she just
needs like a week where she can go to bed whenever she wants and wake up
whenever she wants. But, even if given these freedoms I doubt she would take
advantage of them. In fact, I may actually have to slip her an Ambien to get
her to slumber, but she never has eight full hours available to devote to
sleep, so I guess that wouldn’t work. In the meantime, I will just let her
sleep while we watch tv, and prevent her from operating heavy machinery.
Netflix image courtesy of http://mykidisspecial.blogspot.com/p/shows-to-watch-on-netflix.html
King Kong image courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Kong_(comics)
Netflix image courtesy of http://mykidisspecial.blogspot.com/p/shows-to-watch-on-netflix.html
King Kong image courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Kong_(comics)
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