Two o’clock in the morning the sleep walking kid stalks house looking for anything with pixels.
I steer the kid left.
I steer the kid right and nearly into bed when a fast dodge is accomplished and the kid out maneuvers me and lands fast asleep on my pillow.
Ahh sleep thy name is elusive.
The front door squeaks.
The front door rattles.
The front door meows.
The cat has need of entry.
Ignore I will, I must, I am hanging on to my sleepy resolve.
But the cat has the will power of a Lion.
“In cat before I change my mind”
One cat slaps tail around my leg as a promise of more smooches if I be worthy later.
What goes bang in the night?
The sound of the dog hitting head launching out of kennel to be guard dog extraordinaire.
Dog has not understood my recent explanation of how tin roof at night makes a Pop! noise from time to time.
Dog obviously was daydreaming about bones when I gave roof pop lesson.
“Sleep will you be my friend now?”
Dog in kennel.
It’s a good life even with the annoyances of interrupted sleep because of a kid, a cat and a dog and you wake up early to that super chef called ‘Love’ for breakfast.
© K S Hardy 2012
Interrupted sleep is a pain but….the breakfast compensates :O)