The House Of G was kept awake last night by sickness.
4-yr.old Spencer's coughing and stuffy nose kept him awake.
Beckoning mommy or daddy to his room to blow his nose, get him a drink or give him yum-yums (Simply Stuffy - a children's decongestant).
Roughly 2:45am I awoke to a heartburn induced dry cough attack.
Must have been the nachos consumed while watching that shitty "scary" movie called the VILLAGE. At least it's not scary 45 minutes into and that's when I pulled the plug on it because I kept finding myself looking at the inside of my eyelids.
I've had a scratchy throat since I butchered my voice during Wednesday night's band practice. The makeshift P.A. just isn't cutting it. I'm finding it harder and harder to hear my vocals so I end up yelling more, making me sound like some Baldwin brother for a few days.
So I'm up coughing, drinking juice, sucking on a Ricola and doing just about anything to right the situation.
Drinking dry pilsner beers and toking on a one hitter doing the movie surely did not help.
I retreat to the back room as to not wake those who are trying to get some sleep and snuggle under a blanket with the TV on, volume real low. Finally sleep comes.
Then Spencer waltzes in a says it's time to get up. I drag myself
and the blanket to the family room, turn on the TV for him and lay down. I never looke at the clock. Several shows later I look:
it's only 6:15am.
I deduct I have easily been up since 5am.
It's at this time the wife stirs, feeling edgey and awake from whiskey consumption and allows me to return to bed for sleep.
It seems to take forever to get back to sleep and I even dream about already being asleep and having to wake up.
8:30 am. I'm torn awake by the most amazing leg cramp I've ever had. Not since my days as a bicycle messenger in Los Angeles have I woken up in writhing pain, twisting and turning, rubbing the cramp.
I get up and shower.