[caption id="attachment_2940" align="alignnone" width="500"] Honestly, Scottie Mom...did you think you could sleep well without us?[/caption]
Why is it that during the week I can't seem to get enough sleep to keep me going but when the weekend comes around, the last thing I'm able to do is sleep (which is ironic, since I actually have the time)? On Friday, I went to bed around midnight, shortly after taking Heather and Mr. K on their last walk of the day. Two or three hours and lots of tossing and turning in bed later, I still couldn't sleep so I left Scottie Dad - who had long been fast asleep - in the master suite and walked across the hall to the guest bedroom, also known as the Scottie Suite.
I called upon Heather and Mr. K to join me in the Scottie Suite so the three of us could watch television in the wee hours of the morning together. Heather settled on my feet and Mr. K propped his front paws on my stomach. There we were, watching recaps of baseball games until 3:45 a.m. when, mercy found me and granted me some sleep no less than 10 or 15 minutes after Heather and Mr. K closed their eyes for the night. By the time I finally started dreaming sweet dreams of my own, I bet I was so delirious I dreamed Scottie Dad would let me rescue more Scotties!
When I woke to the sound of Mr. K's morning yawn, it occurred to me there may be a reason for my insomnia: could it be that I'm so used to snuggling up with Scotties that I don't know how to sleep without them? Scottie Dad travels during the week and, when he is gone, the fur kids and I curl up in bed in the Scottie Suite. So, for five nights a week, I split a bed with two Scotties. And for two or three nights a week, I retreat to the master suite. However, as was evidenced by Friday night's bout of insomnia, I'm not sure it truly can be called a retreat if I'm not able to fall asleep...