For so He gives His beloved sleep

All is quiet.  Theo fell asleep early on the couch.  I hope he doesn’t get up too early tomorrow morning.

Morning glory

This morning at 5:00am Theo popped out of bed. Our eyes popped open. I guess it was copasetic because I was having a prolonged nightmare. After landing on his feet, Theo begins tottering toward his destination – my bed. On the way he turns on every light within reach. First, his bedroom light, then the hallway light, the hallway bathroom light was already on (why I don’t know), and finally the very bright kitchen light. That is when I appear in morning glory with enough wattage going on to make my hair stand up (on my back!). I take the little night owl by the hand to my bed and then risk skin burn as I turn off every light in the dad gum house and return to my bed even though my pupils are now the size of pinheads which puts my pretty toes in peril.
So now Theo is in bed and he scoots right up against me. It’s worse than being Siamese twins; well, at least I think so. He is so close, in fact, that if he were any closer he would be on the other side of me. This means he would not be on the bed, because I am on the edge of my own bed in a way that defies gravity. Some people live on the edge; I sleep on the edge – miraculously; certifiably. With less than thirty percent of my body mass on my bed I am magically able to negate gravity in my sleep; in my bed – in my room (in the space/time continuum). “Hello . . . Vatican?”
So we sleep the sleep of death (because he’s killing me!) and Holly wakes up. Not wanting to miss out on the intimacy she begins kissing on Theo, when suddenly Theo rolls over to hug her. Then as quickly as it started it ends. Theo rolls back over, reattaches to me like a tic, grabs me trying to roll me over and put my arm around him. I resist. He digs his sharp nails and strong fingers into my flesh. I resist even though the pain is unbearable; gravity – no problem; pain – now that’s a problem. Final I give in, mostly because he has dug so deeply my internal organs are rearranged. At last Theo gets up and goes down stairs to the laundry room and changes into his bathing suit, his red boots and his winter coat, and then he exits the back door. And that is why I freebase B-12.

For so He gives His beloved sleep

This week we have had visitors.  It has been very fun, very good.  Planning, laughing, eating, drinking et. al.  But . . . Theo has had to sleep with his Dad.  One funny thing that happened, and that is only one, about five o’clock this morning he set up in bed.  So I laid back down with him so he would go back to sleep.  He did quickly and in just a few minutes he starts laughing in his sleep.  He cackles for several minutes while I just watch and listen in the dark.  I guess he is having a good time.

For so He gives His beloved sleep

Theo likes to sleep with his parents. His parents like to sleep. Therefore, Theo’s Dad keeps Theo in his own bed – all night long. It is an easy syllogism, but life is hard on syllogisms. Fortunately Theo also likes to shut doors or he would be able to sneak into his parent’s bed in the bright light of night. Oh, he likes to turn lights on too. So, let’s see, last night Theo and his Dad met three times (I think). Theo’s door shuts; his Dad jumps up and enters the hallway. Theo is at the other end of the hallway and there they stand like drunken gunfighters – staring, staggering, and waiting for the other to make the first move. Theo will begin to walk forward as if his Dad is a phantom and he will be able to walk right through him. His Dad picks him up, grimaces, staggers, and then, puts him back in his own bed. Then his Dad has to lay down with him so he will stay and they play the smile game at 12:30am; 2:30am; 4:30am – no one is sure; no one has witnessed or seen it. Finally, after Theo begins the breathing of sleep, his Dad retreats only to meet up with his nemesis again in the lonely hallway of standoffs.