Labor Day week-end at the river left me lazy, listless, and longing for a nap. It wasn't supposed to be that way, but there were more than a few adjustment problems as we experienced our very own version of 'Sleepless in South Carolina.' One culprit....high thread count sheets. Yes, that's what I said....high thread count sheets, a recent gift and much more expensive than those to which I am accustomed, proved so slick that I literally slid off the bed at least twice. Where were my scratchy 250's when I most needed them?
Drew chose the week-end to contribute to this increasingly sleepy scenario by starring in his version of the infamous Blakeney sleep walks. Exhausted after a day of play, he had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke him up to move to his room upstairs. In only slightly slurred syllables, Drew told me he had something he had to do first. Thinking perhaps he was being discreet about a needed trip to the bathroom....I should have known any explanation involving discretion on the part of my son was unlikely....I watched him walk instead to the kitchen counter, pick up the phone, begin furiously dialing, then just as suddenly put the phone down and walk away. The obligatory fast and furious phone beeps ensued. I stepped over, replaced the phone, turned, and asked my befuddled son who he might be calling at this late hour. He looked at me with the unmistakable confused and dazed look of a sleep walker who had no idea why he was doing what he was doing or where he was or even for a moment who I was. I needed a camcorder because, of course, the next morning Drew was sure my story was pure fiction. I didn't tell him that I easily recognized sleepwalking, having early and frequently been exposed to his aunt on occasion actually leaving our house in various and sundry states of sleepwalking. More than once, our dad found her halfway up Hickory (Street, that is), walking who knows where, but definitely sound asleep. To this day, at least one other of the grandchildren's generation and now apparently Drew, carry on the great sleepwalking legacy of the Blakeney (or could it be Griggs) family.
Also at issue on our river rat week-end....that is if 800 thread count sheets and river rats aren't mutually exclusive.... was a soundly snoring member of the family, who shall at least for now remain nameless, further complicating my attempts to catch up on the definite lack of sleep brought on by the first weeks of school. I was 'dee-cidedly" delighted....note the sarcasm....that someone was getting some sleep. Only my mildest muttering could have been heard as I descended the steps to replace my recently relocated son on the den couch. At least there I found a little traction and a tiny window of opportunity for sleep.
Don't you love the restful relaxation of holiday week-ends? Does anyone else need a nap?
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