I'm sure I have a sleep disorder of some sort. Bill will tell you that I definitely have a sleep disorder. He doesn't know the half of it though because he wakes up, recognizes that I'm up, tries to convince me to go back to sleep, and then goes back to sleep himself all in about one one-hundreth of the the time it takes me to fall asleep. It sucks really, but I'm grateful that he is able to get the rest he needs. There's nothing he could do to get me back to sleep anyway, so one of us might as well wake up refreshed.
The last few mornings I have woken up around 4 or 5 am with thoughts swirling around in my head and nagging me to get out of bed. "It's a bit annoying actually" (name the obscure movie and/or the annoying thing going on!). Tuesday morning wasn't such a good morning. In fact, it was so stinking crappy of a start to what was supposed to be a fun day that I can't believe I snapped out of it. Well, yes I can. I would not have snapped out of it without the help of a good friend and a loving husband. Heavenly Father has really blessed me with people that care; Satan really has no chance, I wish he'd just go away. Yesterday, was kind of weird. But today, THIS morning, one half of an hour ago...
AAAH, music to my ears! The sweet, sweet sound of the train whistle tooting it's large and boisterous sound throughout the MarilynnAnn Neighborhood. You think I'm joking but I am not. I grew up listening to this sound. My first apartment was near this sound. When I moved away I had no idea the part of my life that was missing until, alas, I moved back to hear this sound.
I still remember the first morning that Bill and I woke up in this house. I was giddy with delight and Bill was looking at me like I was the angel of death. OK, not death really, but the angel of are-you-kidding-me-I-got-absolutely-no-sleep-and-you're-bouncing-around-like-it's-Christmas-or-something. Very interesting, now that I think about it. He really has come a long way since I dragged him away from his Scottsdale haven. That's another story though. That morning, just over 11 years ago, he was sleep-deprived and hopping mad that he had been woken up by a train. "Did you hear that thing? It was soooooooo loud! Does the train go through our backyard?" Well, no dear but pretty darn close. Sorry I didn't mention that when we were moving, but I had honestly forgotten. But now, oh sweet music! Sweet music to my ears! They say that smells can evoke memories and I know that is true. This is one example of how music can bring back all those warm fuzzies too! I can almost smell the soot landing on my pillow. Aah, sweet trains.
Now don't get me wrong or anything, I'm not a "foamer". Those guys just crack me up. I can't imagine going out just to watch trains. That's weird. I picture it like a tailgate party or something. A couple of foamers back up to a railroad track, pop down the tailgate and hop up to sit with their little legs dangling off the end of the tailgate swinging back and forth with delight and anticipation. "Ooh, here it comes. Do you see it? I heard it a mile away. How long do you think it will take? Wanna place a bet on that? Ooh, ooh, do you see it's light way off in the distance?" Funny foamers, that does sound like fun, I'll bring the hot cocoa.
Maybe I can get back to bed now, or maybe I'll just stay up and make Kyra and Bill some breakfast. I don't know. I do know that my sweet little preschooler crawled into bed with us before I got up and is so super snuggly in the morning. There is not a single ounce of me that resents it when she wiggles her way inbetween Bill and I early in the morning. Sometimes she'll wrap her little arm around my neck and breath her cute little kid morning breath on me. Sometimes she coos or lets out an enormous sigh. Sometimes she thrashes around trying to get comfortable and steals all of my covers. It's one of my favorite times of the day... snuggling Tasha in her slumber while listening to train horns. Aah, sweet music to my ears!
6 comments:
The obscure quote is Ron Weasley talking to Harry in reference to Jenny talking about Harry all summer....By the way, breakfast was awsome!
I hear a train every morning at 6:30amish. I pray every morning that Asher won't hear it and demand to go see it, as he has done on several occasions.
When i was a kid, we had a train that lived down the street. Its a comfey(i don't spell well) zone to hear it all the time. And my brother lived right next and i mean right next to the railroad tracks and his house would just shake so hard because of the train! But we all loved it.
OK the train did not live down the street....it was down the street though sound better...
When I wrote the quote, I wasn't thinking Harry Potter but Ron definitely says that line and it's a riot.
"You've Got Mail", the dad says it to Tom Hanks character in reference to the picketters outside the bookstore chanting about the "big bad chain store" Fox Books.
Pam, I didn't even notice the train living on your street until you pointed it out. Now I have a cute little picture of Thomas and his buddies shacked up down the street and you going to visit each day :)
You are nuts!... but that must be fun. My sound that reminds me of home is a ticking clock so mine is less annoying but some people still don't like it.
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