Early this morning, as I was happily, frolicking in dreamland, I get pleasantly awaken by a chirpy, little electronic melody, emitted from my cell phone, notifying me that I just got a text message. I jerk my upper body toward the night stand, grab the phone, and flip it open. The small and brightly lit screen displays a text from my coworker confirming that we are indeed carpooling this morning.
I check out the time stamp – 4:55 AM
WHAaat!! The dude is up already? What a gym keener? – I chuckle to myself. I then place the phone back, and retrieve back to my cozy cocoon. Mmmm… I still have 2 hours to sleep…
6:01 AM – I’m still wide awake and exhausted. Amidst my sleep-deprived, semi-delusional state, three sequential strings of thought enter my mind.
Thought #1: Oh my gosh, if I had children, they might wake me up in middle of the night and then I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.
Thought #2: UGgghh…. I HATE not being able to fall back asleep. I LOVE sleep. I CAN’T live without sleep! Babies will definitely wreck my sleep and ergo… my life. EEERRGO… I shouldn’t have kids.
Thought #3: Hmm… I wonder if having a live-in nanny will solve the problem. How much would that cost? Maybe THEY can respond to all of the middle of the night issues? Hmm… is it selfish of me that I refuse to allow a baby to interfere with my sleep?
Fast forward two hours, my coworker picks me up and in typical Jenny-fashion, after the salutations, the first few sentences out of my mouth pertain to how he has single-handedly, with a single, early morning text message, destroyed any desire that I might have had for children. Good thing he seemed amused rather than disturbed by the confession of my abnormal, pre-dawn, mental meanderings.
All I can say is that I am so thankful for having friends that don’t (seem to) mind all of my peculiarities.
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