Oct 08 2007
Twilight Zone
Abby attended her second birthday sleepover since school started. With two sleepovers in a month, I made a comment that she must be a Brien (whose family motto is life’s a party). She replied that if she was a Brien, she would have two parties to go to on the same day. That is true. So, she went to her sleepover on Saturday night and I told her I would pick her up at 0830 Sunday morning to attend Sunday School. When I picked her up she was looking exhausted and as the morning progressed, her fight to stay awake got harder and harder. I did think, “I should just bring her home and put her to bed, or I should tell her to go sleep in the car.” But I couldn’t escape the memory of me as a teenager, having stayed out too late on Saturday night, wearing my crumpled outfit from the night before trying to stay awake during church. It is a bit humorous to watch your child do something that you have done yourself. It’s a bit like being in the Twilight Zone. It kept Josiah entertained for sure. Another thing that has kept Josiah entertained is the Science Fiction block in Literature. On Friday, they watched an episode of the Twilight Zone at school. My brother Rob and I loved to watch the Twilight Zone when we were kids. It was on late at night and we would watch it trying to pretend that we weren’t scared. One night the episode where the monster disguises itself as someone you love was on. We finished watching it and I went to the bathroom and Rob went upstairs to bed. Howie was a baby at the time and his crib was in my room. I walked into my room, didn’t turn the light on so as not to wake up Howie and then saw the blanket in Howie’s bed begin to rise. I don’t know if I’ve ever screamed louder or ran faster in my life. Unbeknownst to me, my Mom had Howie in her room. Rob had hidden under the blanket and stood up to scare me. Scare me, he did. I think I’ve finally forgiven him, but I never watched the Twilight Zone again.
I believe I may have been the accomplise on some of those all-nighters!
I like to talk, what can I say. While I still try to tame the night owl my age has begun to catch up with me. In fact the “younger” ambulance staff gives me a hard time because I sometimes take naps, they even felt it necessary to take pictures of me snoozing.
Wow, I can hear Kathy’s voice asking Mugs if we really stayed up all night talking and what could we possibly have to talk about that would take all night. Not sure….
Well one thing that Mugs has never struggled with is talking …
The pot calling the kettle black
Still, that doesn’t make the kettle any less black.
Hehehehe, I thought I would get a bite with that comment.
That’s just one of the things I loved about Margaret when she was here … I had someone I could share the honour of being the loudest person in the room with.
Have you regained your title now Michael?
Now Mugs has the opportunity to pick on US Marines instead of Queensland Blokes!