"Whose hand is in bed with me?!" - or - The tale of my night

Let me warn you: after reading this, you might feel like you've just wasted five minutes of your life. Hey - I've warned you. And I'll probably end up reminding you of this warning as you read.

So last night I fell asleep on the couch shortly after Gary went up to bed. I woke up around 11:45 and after checking a few important emails and blogs (my friend Kelly had her baby yesterday and she's beautiful!), I stumbled up to bed. I should've just slept on the couch because I could not get back to sleep.

I stretched my legs, I prayed, I tossed and turned, and yes, I even counted sheep. No really, I did. Nothing. Then my mind began to wander, which usually means it'll be a long time before I sleep.

First, I remember laughing out loud about the random titles they give each Amazing Race show. Have you ever noticed? They pick a random quote out of the show and that's what they name the show. I don't know why, but that's SO funny to me. Last week's was, "I Just Hope He Doesn't Croak on Us," which is what one of the contestants said as their elderly taxi driver started making some rather odd sounds. Can you imagine if we titled each of our days with random quotes? That's a funny thought to me. I warned you...

So that made me think of these commercials on TV that I get a kick out of. Who knows what they're even for; medication maybe? They're the ones where the people look like the food next to them. Like the guy in spotted pajamas next to the pepperoni pizza, except they're usually more clever than that example. I think they're creative and if you've not seen them, you're missing out.

At this point, I somehow had this vision of a small plastic Batman figurine jumping into a bowl of milk. We don't even own any small plastic Batman figurines, so I think I was on the brink of dreamland on this one.

But! That shook me back to reality and made me think of the milk I forgot to bring in! Darn! We have our milk delivered on Wednesday mornings, and yesterday I left it outside all day. It was cold, and in an insulated cooler, but still, I should have brought it in. First thing in the morning, I thought. (I've yet to do it.)

So then that made me think of the time our refrigerator was too cold and our milk froze! Our milk in GLASS BOTTLES froze. Oh my goodness, what a mess. Glass and milk everywhere. Whoever said, "Don't cry over spilled milk" never had this happen to them. I had to clean everything in our fridge because it either had milk and/or glass on it.

I think I dozed off at this point, but just for a few minutes. It was one of those things where you feel like you were asleep for hours, but in reality, you look at the clock and it's literally been 2 minutes or so. I woke with a start because there was a cold hand next to me, on the far side from where Gary was sleeping!!! I picked it up in a panic, thinking, "Whose hand is in bed with me?!" That's when I realized it was mine. Have you done that? You fall asleep on your arm and it falls completely asleep (even if you're not!) and it gets cold, and literally you wake up so groggy you can't figure out if it's yours or not. I sure hope that happens to someone else, otherwise maybe something is wrong with me.

Once I established that it was indeed my own hand, I began to think about sleeping and why I couldn't. My sweet Gary was sleeping soundly next to me (notice I said soundly not quietly - maybe that was the key!), and my girls were sleeping peacefully in their rooms. But that's when I heard Addie whimpering. I wondered if she were having a bad dream. Poor thing. I only heard that one whimper, so I wasn't worried, and instead thought of the bad dreams I would have when I was little. Once I dreamed that my dad was thrown into a cage and taken away on the circus train.

That made me think of the silly thing I did when I woke up from that dream. I think I was in 5th or 6th grade and must've thought I was some deep thinker. (Which, it's obvious from this post that I am, isn't it?) I woke up and wrote a quote down that I swore would make me famous someday. I still have the little slip of paper, and someday if I find it again, I'll post it for you. It's a good laugh. I wrote, "Dreams can make you realize just how much you love someone." and it was followed by this: "~Angie Olson". Oh, so deep! So profound! I think in my 11 year old mind, that squiggly line would be the key to my fame someday.

Still with me? I warned you...

So the squiggly line (~) made me wonder what keyboards look like in other countries where the symbols and letters are all different. I made a note in my mind to Google it in the morning.

At this point, I must've fallen asleep. And aren't you relieved? I am. I'm pretty tired today, and a nap is on the schedule for me, even if Emma insists she doesn't need one. All that thinking made me tired.

Okay, I'm off to bring in the milk before I forget.

Can't say I didn't warn you...