My mood improved after lunch, although I'm still a little on the edgy side. I think I have found part of the source of my crankiness as well. My computer's CPU is making a rather loud whirring sound that it previously did not emit. Considering it is a brand new PC (less than a month old), I feel it shouldn't be issuing this noise and I've alerted the tech support department (meaning, the one person who handles computers in this firm). For the past day and a half, I thought the noise was coming from construction outside my window and I resigned myself to the fact that I would just have a headache every day. Perhaps a solution can be found.
For my (probable) last post of the working day, I thought I would take the opposite approach to my first post. Earlier I discussed my wake-up patterns. I shall now discuss K.'s fall-asleep patterns.
K. is a very restless sleeper. I can't stress the understatement of that sentence. Part of the reason we sleep on the futon is because my bed is lofted, and comfortable and roomy as it is (certainly more so than the futon), it also wobbles ever so slightly whenever somebody climbs up into it, rolls over, tosses and turns, etc. (not to mention "extra-curricular" activities, which never occur up there). It isn't the proximity to the ceiling that bothers K. It is the fact that during any given night, he is up no less than five times, and the constant climbing up and down the ladder would drive us both crazy.
So we are resigned to sleep on the futon, which normally isn't a problem, except when K. is particularly restless. It's a good quality futon, but when all is said and done it's still not a mattress. Comfort often arrives only after putting yourself through endless contortions to find just the right position. I have no problems falling asleep whatsoever, as sleep is one of my best friends. However, staying asleep through one of K.'s up-and-down nights is a challenge (one day I'm going to write a screenplay based on what he says when he talks aloud during his dreams) and usually part of the source of my morning funk.
We may have found a miracle cure, though.
Whenever K. would hit the loft to take a solitary afternoon nap, he would curl up with my life-size stuffed Stitch doll (a Christmas present from T.C. this year). It seems that Stitch is the perfect size and height that when held right up against his chest, it puts K. in his optimum sleeping position. So for the last two nights, as part of our turning-the-futon-from-a-couch-into-a-bed routine, K. has gone in hunt of Stitch before climbing under the covers with me. Then we have a triple-spooning fest; I spoon K., he spoons Stitch.
Eventually during the night, Stitch ends up on the floor or under the futon or in the bathtub and K. and I are left to our traditional twosome on opposite sides of the bed. I'd like to think Stitch has no hard feelings about being manipulated and used. I'm sure it's not an issue.
Now, if we could just train Stitch to have coffee and breakfast waiting, that would be really be useful.
Posted by mak at July 29, 2003 5:21 PM