Bedtime. Doesn’t that one word make you smile? Bedtime means a lot of things to a lot of different peeps and anipals. Some love the thought of sleep and bedtime. While others can’t stand the thoughts knowing they will have another restless bout of insomnia. Mom and sleep are like frenemies. She loves to sleep however sleep doesn’t love her. Now with the exercise she has been doing lately, sleep comes easier these days than what it once did. And thank goodness mom doesn’t sleep walk anymore – that’s entirely different posting than today’s – trust me on that – snorts with piggy laughter.
Today I want to talk about bedtime. You know that one moment at night when bedtime is called and everyone rushes around trying to ‘get ready’ for bed. Now, let me start by asking this question to you. At the Hotel Thompson, when it comes time for bed who is the last in bed every night? Is it moi, Houdini, Hemi, mom or dad? Go ahead, guess and right that name down. I’ll wait. Taps hooves – insert Jeopardy music while waiting.
Finished? Okay let’s proceed. Now, mom is usually the one that calls bedtime. She works and is on a strict sleep schedule with the same routine every night. That helps her with her insomnia and sleep walking. Pretty much when she goes to bed, we all go to bed.
Mom tells me to get ready for bed and I’m a good boy. I will waddle out, do my business and get in my toddler bed in my bedroom waiting for mom to tuck me in for the night. Usually she brings me a small treat. So yeah I’m going to be a good boy for mom. Wouldn’t you? And I’m not a dumb pig. Sometimes mom will rub my back until I fall off to sleep.
That brings us to Houdini. That word bedtime is almost like snack time to that kid. He will rush down the hall and beat mom to the bedroom. He jumps on the bed and snuggles down in his blanket and is usually counting dog bones before anyone else
That Houdini is almost part cat I do believe. He takes a gazillion naps a day and still sleeps throughout the night. Mom says its because he plays so hard when he is awake and with all of that energy – he zonks out better than any of us.
Hemi. Well Hemi is a lot of things but when you call bedtime he is there. He will get him a drink of water, go potty and then tap-tap down the hallway to mom/dad’s bedroom taking his place with royalty at the top of the bed on his pillow. He lets nothing get in his way during his night time ritual. And if anyone is in his spot, he will push them away. I mean heck, he let’s us all know that he is king here at the Hotel Thompson.
Alright then let’s check on things. Who thought it was one of us anipals who was the slowest in getting to bed at night? Go ahead, raise your hand. You can lower them now. You would be wrong. It is *not* one of us anipals – shocker huh? And we all know it can’t be mom. I mean heck with her sleep problems, she has to be spot on in getting to bed the same time every night…. unless it’s the weekend or a special outing. Other than that, she has brushed her teeth, put all of us anipals to bed, taken her medicine and is in bed with her head on her pillow counting sheep.
Dad is the culprit. So who guessed dad? You would be correct!! Mom said that telling dad that it’s bedtime is like telling a 2 years to get ready for bed. And trust me friends, I have watched and can confirm this. Even us anipals look at daddy like really? Now we know dad is a grown man and can go to bed anytime he wants. But if mom let him, he would stay up all night watching old movies on television which is fine on the weekends but during the week we all have schedules to maintain. So don’t take this too serious folks – we area all snortable anipals and peeps here at the Hotel Thompson – by all means you do know our sense of humor. With that being said though, this is how it usually goes here at night during the week:
9:00PM – Okay kids, let’s start getting ready for bedtime. That’s usually when all of anipals get up and do our business while mom bushes her teeth and takes her medicine.
9:05PM – Dad hasn’t moved from the sofa that he’s sleeping on. Mom touches dad shoulder, wakes him and tells him to get ready for bed. He grumbles ok and stirs slightly.
9:15PM – Mom has finished up, puts us all to bed, gives us kisses and goes back to wake dad again. She then goes to wash her face.
9:20PM – Dad starts to move. Slowly goes to put on pajamas.
9:25PM – Mom is finished and goes to the bedroom to put on her jammies.
9:30PM – Dad decides he needs a drink and goes to the kitchen. Then he decides he needs to take his medicine so he goes back to the bedroom to get it and back to the kitchen for another drink.
9:45PM – Dad *finally* comes back to the bedroom and then has to get the night time medicines ready for him and mom for the next night. (There’s only four pills – two for the each of them – but dad takes a lifetime to do it as we all hear mom tell him). Laughter can be heard from mom/dad.
10:00PM – Dad decides he then has to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go potty. In the meantime, mom is in the bedroom setting dad’s side of the bed (they have a Select Comfort and he likes it 100 – talk about sleeping on concrete – WOW). Then mom pulls the sheets down and climbs into bed all the while fussing at daddy to hurry up and that molasses are faster than him.
10:15PM – FINALLY daddy comes back to the bedroom chuckling and saying that he is not slow and that mom is just fast. Rolls piggy eyes – that starts more laughter. Then daddy finally gets into bed and him and mom find hands to hold. Why? Because once upon a time a very long time ago mom/dad read about how otters sleep holding their mates hands so they don’t drift apart. Every since then, mom/dad hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart. Cute huh? They talk about each other being their otter and how much they love each other. More giggles and a kiss goodnight.