Pah, I need my sleep. I have so much to do today that a nap is out of the question really… though I’m not quite sure what I’m doing typing away here instead of getting on with the housework! 😉 I blame you lot!
Last night was the typical logistical nightmare which always occurs when I’m single handed with Dad and there’s a Marie Curie nurse coming. There are only two beds at Dad’s, both in the same room. Thus when my sisters aren’t here, the Smudgelets sleep in Dad’s spare bedroom and I sleep on the sofa in the lounge. This is fine. However, when the marie Curie nurse comes, she needs to sit in the lounge, so I have nowhere to sleep. I can’t leave the Smudgelets in bed for her to take care of while I go home, but as she doesn’t come until 10pm I can’t put them to bed in their own beds either.
Tiddles, of course, has this sleep problem too. He can’t cope with missing any sleep. So we have come to an arrangement… highly unsatisfactory but there you go. He goes to bed in his own bed and I run over to check on him every half hour to make sure he’s OK. At nearly 14 he’s getting used to being a little more independent. Smudgelet, however, I put to bed at Dad’s and then, when the nurse arrives, I wake this little tussle-haired blob and sleepiness and carry him, sleeping bag and all, across to our house where he settles into his own bed without ever really waking properly at all. Then I, crumple-backed, slide into the comfort of my own snug duvet.
Great. But what happens when you’ve done all this and then discover that there isn’t a nurse booked at all that night! 10.30 and all my bedding is over at my home, Tiddles is asleep at my home, Smudgelet and Dad are asleep at Dad’s home. The second bed in the spare room is covered with ironing as I knew that we weren’t going to need it overnight. Disaster.
Result? I have to leave Dad and Smudgelet while I wake Tiddles and bring him over. As he cannot sleep on the bed without me taking for ever sorting it out, and thus totally disturbing his night’s sleep, I put him on the sofa in his duvet. He promptly falls asleep. Me? Now where on earth am I going to sleep? Only solution is to sleep in the chair. Besides, with Dad having a cough left over from his infection last week, and with Tiddles having a horrendous nighttime cough caught from his grandad, and with me having a bit of a nighttime cough caught from Tiddles, sleep was hardly the order of the day.
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I really need to ring my Mac nurse and see what’s happening… but I’m too tired!!!!!!