Sleep.....or lack therof

Yesterday, I called my husband from work to ask him about his schedule for Wednesday, only to find out that he had 'thrown his back out'. This is not alarming because it's happened before.....in fact, we can count on an episode every year or so since he had back surgery in 1993. I felt really bad for him, but didn't think too much about it until I got home from work and a workout. I worked the weekend also, so by Monday evening, I was pretty tired...and slightly annoyed that my Masters swim workout was mediocre at best.

Poor thing, he was laid up in the bed, moving gingerly. I willingly played nurse and at bedtime, I offered to sleep in another room. Now, I can count on 1 hand the number of times we've slept in the same dwelling but in different beds, so I was astounded when he said yes, that would be nice. Dejectedly, I gathered my pillow and decided to sleep in the 'little' bedroom, instead of on the couch. After I got over having my feelings hurt (silly, I know), I was fine....for about 30 minutes....just enough time to fall asleep. By this time, the dogs had figured out that I wasn't in my usual spot and they came sniffing. Lo and behold, this is also the same time that the thunder started rumbling. 2 of my 3 dogs are terrified of thunder. My 2 daughters sleep with their doors closed, my husband was out cold via muscle relaxers so the canine contingent sniffs me out...I don't know what I smelled like but they smelled like fear. So I get up and mill about a bit and urge them to their dog beds, which are stationed in the bedroom with the hard-sleeping husband.

The remainder of the night was uneventful, but restless. We awoke with a start this morning; since no one had set a clock, we were all late. Even at lunch time, I feel hung over. Not from a drop of alcohol, but from disrupted sleep.

But like I good athlete, I proceeded with my workout plans (careful to listen to my body in case it went really poorly) and thank goodness, my tempo run went well. Whew! What a confidence booster. Now, if I can just get the Hubs feeling better, all will be good.

Oh, and it's my baby's 15th birthday today. Happy Birthday Caroline!