no sleep for you!

i went to bed at 10pm...turned the lights off and the fan down, covered my little self with the sheet, thankfully received my husband's kiss and attempted to turn my brain off...

at 11pm, i was frustrated. i barely had begun to drift when shawn opened the door quietly but not undetected and came to bed. ugh...midnight. still no sleep. the last time i looked at the my cell it was 12:30. i thought to myself "i hate these nights"..meaning the ones you go into knowing you have to wake up before 6am.

around 2am i awoke again, only this time with a fit of coughing. before marriage, i would have just let myself hack up a lung before staying awake to stifle a cough...but what can i say? marriage changes your priorities. so i stifled and stifled until tears were running down my face and i felt nauseous from all the snot making its way into my empty stomach. then i sneezed and loud coughs could no longer be suppressed and so they tumbled out not far behind. shawn rolled over and moaned. i calmed the allergy attack and fell back alseep. but then i woke again less than 30 minutes later with a leg ache...our bed here at the studio is really just two twin beds preteding to be a king sized bed and my poor lil leg had fallen down between the mattresses and was crying out in discomfort. i pulled it closer and tried to rub my knee (this is as akward as it sounds) and finally decided the only thing that could possibly make me feel better would be a hot bath. the last thing i wanted to do was to get up, but the more i thought about the comfort of hot water on my aching joints, the more i knew i could not possibly live without it. i moved slowly, but my shifting woke shawn. he wanted to be so sweet.. "babe, are you cold?" he covered me up with the blanket i had just removed. "my leg hurts" he started rubbing my back with a deep sighed that made it obvious he was rubbing my back in an effort to not strangle me. "i am going to take a bath". he rolled over sighed and reminded the cello player was leaving at 4am and so he was asleep on the cot in the recording room.

great, i thought, realizing now that i would have to get completely dressed to make it through the studio to the bathroom. i dressed and headed to the whirlpool tub, which was beginning to seem like the promised land at this point! the hardwood floors protested with squeaking as i walked upon them and the sleeping cello player saw me before i saw him. his frantic "who's there!!?!" nearly caused me to faint. i recovered enough to a.) not pee my pants and b.) to assure him i wasn't an intruder.

once i was finally soaking in the warm tub, i wondered if mr.hippie cello player would remember that i had walked into the bathroom...i stared at the door taking in that it did not have a lock and that the tub was also lacking- a shower curtain. i sighed and got out of the warm water. it didn't seem like a good night to test my luck. sure i might never see him again, but that doesn't mean i wanted to be caught naked either.

after fully dressing AGAIN and glancing at the clock (3:30am) i realized the snot really was making me sick to my stomach. i wished for the opportunity to throw up...you know how it gets to the point, where you just want it to happen? i was there. "why do i feel so sick?" i wondered aloud and then remembered: the pill. that darn birth control pill. i take it at night because it makes me so nauseous and i never notice it anymore because i am usually SLEEPING. i didn't want to throw up anymore because i would rather have an acidic stomach than a baby at this point. all i wanted to do was lay down-- i was convinced that would make everything better.

once i laid down beside my sweet and wrestless hubby, i realized i really should have grabbed some crackers on my way. this is when i started to cry. he wasn't alseep anyway. he asked what was wrong and i told him about my stomach and he got up and grabbed me some crackers from the kitchen and begged me to "please be still" (its funny how the word 'puke' really makes me people move! *grin*)

i ate a cracker...it helped..by the second one i was as good as new and i closed my eyes and commanded my shivering body to be still. i listened to shawn's rhymthic breathing and gave into sleep.

then the phone started ringing. i am not kidding. it rang and rang, probably for a whole minute. shawn rolled over and stared at the ceiling angrily and then hit the bed with his fist. i kind of wanted to laugh (sometimes i laugh at inappropriate times...its a bad thing too) and reached for the my cell phone. 4:05am. the ringing stopped.

two minutes later it began again. shawn said what we were both thinking 'who calls the studio at 4 in the morning?!?!' on the 5th series of rings, he got out of bed, got himself fully clothed (apparently he didn't want to be seen in his birthday suit either) and answered the phone. i couldn't make out what he was saying, but he finished and then started calling for the cello player who was found sitting by the side of the street waiting for his cab ride to the airport.

"it was the cab driver. i think he;'s lost" shawn explained before laying back down. i started getting dressed for the third time that night. i knew he would call again. on cue, the phone rang and i took it. (i am more familiar with the area than shawn) my attempts to guide the driver were in vain due to the fact that his cell phone was breaking up and also do the fact that he brealy spoke english. i talked to cello player outside and found out the time of his flight. "i'll just take you" i said. the airport is a 30 minute drive and i had to be up at 5am anyway to take shawn to the airport, so i just kissed the idea of sleep goodbye and started rummaging through my purse for my keys. shawn started to laugh at this point and thank God, because laughing it such a good stress-killer. we giggled for a few minutes and i headed to the car and started loading. wouldn't you know it that at 4:55 that cab driver finally showed up?

i told shawn "man, i hope he knows how to get to the airport!" as i made my way to the shower to start the new day...

sad, but true.