All I Want is A Couple Days Off
Apr. 28th, 2009 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
willow_25The 'rents are in Tennessee this week, visiting my brother and his family. This trip for family bonding without me was negotiated on the basis that I would get a week to myself, and that I would go visit my brother's family on my own for a long weekend sometime this summer.
So, they left early Saturday. I slept a full night on Saturday, but not much since then. Between the dog being unused to being alone all day or on any type of schedule and therefor deciding he needs to pee at 3 in the morning, and my uneasiness about being alone with all that empty space...Well, let's just say, it's not pretty.
Although, it did make me think of something. I am normally a very sound sleeper. As in, the police were once called to my house, with the sirens and lights and everything, and I slept through the whole thing. The last couple of nights, every little thing has been waking me up; and I know that part of that is because I dislike all that open space. I am not a person made to live in an outer-ring suburb or a small town. That is a severe understatement. I can sleep better down the street from an urban hospital than I can in a country setting.
This lack of sleep made me realize that my mother often complains that every little noise wakes her up, yet I sometimes make noise while she is sleeping and do not wake her. She also grew up in the city; is it possible that all these years she has also been uneasy about small-town living, but has somehow not articulated this fear internally? Or, am I reading far too much into this, via my sleep-deprived brain?
So, they left early Saturday. I slept a full night on Saturday, but not much since then. Between the dog being unused to being alone all day or on any type of schedule and therefor deciding he needs to pee at 3 in the morning, and my uneasiness about being alone with all that empty space...Well, let's just say, it's not pretty.
Although, it did make me think of something. I am normally a very sound sleeper. As in, the police were once called to my house, with the sirens and lights and everything, and I slept through the whole thing. The last couple of nights, every little thing has been waking me up; and I know that part of that is because I dislike all that open space. I am not a person made to live in an outer-ring suburb or a small town. That is a severe understatement. I can sleep better down the street from an urban hospital than I can in a country setting.
This lack of sleep made me realize that my mother often complains that every little noise wakes her up, yet I sometimes make noise while she is sleeping and do not wake her. She also grew up in the city; is it possible that all these years she has also been uneasy about small-town living, but has somehow not articulated this fear internally? Or, am I reading far too much into this, via my sleep-deprived brain?
