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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson is really a good time for me. You’re probably thinking, “What is that pig talking about now?” You see, I’m a kid at heart but when it comes to bedtime mommy makes it fun. Therefore, I don’t mind going to bed. Does that make sense now to you? No? Okay, here’s the scoop.
When mommy tells me it’s bedtime and to go get ready for bed, I usually jump off of the sofa where I’ve been sitting with her and stumble down the hall to my bedroom. I do my business on my wizzy pad, yawn a couple of times and jump in bed. Then mom comes in, tucks me in and reads me a story until I fall asleep. See picture to the left – that’s me all smiling from my bedtime story. And yes, that’s my favorite king size Egyptian cotton sheet. I ❤ that sheet!
Then after I’m asleep, sometimes mom goes into the connecting room to my bedroom. She turns on her little pink light and keeps the door open so she can see me. And yes I said pink light – snorts. She likes the ‘lightness’ of the lamp and you know the full light would wake this little oinker. Then she starts her writing. Now, when she does this you would think that it would wake me up but it doesn’t. It’s kind of like when humans fall asleep with the fan on in their bedroom. It’s what they call ‘white noise’ and helps you sleep. And if mom is working up a storm, the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard is like this ‘white noise’ to me. It kind of comforts me. For you to experience it this ‘white noise’, I had mom record it for you. Tell me what you think. Is it comforting to you?
This is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort. Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch. It’s our time. Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).
She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television. It’s our bonding time. I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves. That’s how deep I sleep.
Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore. I can’t help it. I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me.
Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game. She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”. Do you know how ironic that is? Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort. So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up. Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it? She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.” And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.
Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.” Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story? Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed. By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me, Bashful and the other rock clan are safely in our bed. Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story. You can’t miss her bedtime stories!
But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again. Why? Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.
I’m not saying that I’m rotten but I am a tad bit spoiled… just a tad here at the Hotel Thompson. It helps that I’m the bright star in my mom’s eyes. I’m also not saying that I get away with a lot of things but there are times things are overlooked if you know what I mean.
Take this video of me – yep mom struck again. There is no privacy here at the hacienda from a video or camera. If that’s the price I pay for being mom’s little prince, then I guess I’ll just have to suck it up – snort. This is me waddling around on my king size Egyptian cotton sheet. I love that sheet! I just don’t know what I’m going to do when that sheet goes to the sky above. I drag it all through the house, up on the sofa with mom, in the kitchen to lay on when mom cooks, in my room to sleep on.. .you get the picture. It’s so soft and cuddleable. Yep that’s a word now… cuddleable.
Let me warn you, I am not this big. You know what they say about the camera making you look like your 10 pounds heavier. It’s true. Really it is. I’m still a snuggle bug and lap piggy. Mom loves me regardless. Enjoy the video. Don’t you love mom’s voice? It’s what puts me to sleep every night when she tells me my bed time story. Enjoy – XOXOX – Bacon
I was a good boy I was. No, really I was. I was on my best behavior yesterday afternoon. My new pig sitter Hannah came over to visit and go over my schedule routine. I admit I wasn’t very snuggly – I’m trying to figure out if it’s time for me to hibernate or run. This weather has me all bent out of shape. But I did lay on the couch and listen to her and daddy. And she did pet my back a little bit. And yes. She stilled smelled like baby powder. Such a great smell!
Daddy went over everything with her – my feeding schedule, what foods I like, what television shows I can watch and my bedtime. He explained that mommy reads me a bedtime story every night and puts a treat on my pillow. You know Hannah laughed at him about that. I’m not sure why. Don’t all little piggies get bedtime stories and turn down service?
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Hannah is suppose to come back to the Hotel Thompson bright and early Saturday morning in time for mom/dad to leave on their vacation. I know they will have fun and they promise to call me every day to check on things. Hannah seems nice enough. She’s just not the mommy. Can you tell I’m already missing mommy?
Of course the purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl, say that they are old pro’s at this kind of thing with mommy and daddy leaving. They say that I will get used to it…. I don’t think so. Here are mom’s instructions for Hannah. Do you think she missed anything?
Now, understand that my mom has a really drawn out southern accent. I had to do several double takes when she said, “Possible Beach Time”. I thought I was going to have to make her put several quarters in the swear jar. That is until dad said it. It was a close call for this little pig. I thought she had finally went over that fine line of insanity… which she says is a close line – snort oink.
I think it would absolutely be a wonderful thing to dip these hooves into the ocean waters and walk on the sand. There’s just one problem though. I don’t do nature. eeww – there’s no telling what little creatures would be hiding out at the beach – like seaweed, stingy fish and fish for that matter.
Seriously, I would not mind the destressing of being a beach pig, lying in the sun and playing in the water. That could be fun – minus nature. Heck that would be a hoot. You know…. the original bacon in the sun. Then again if I got too hot, we could have a problem Houston. Everyone would come searching the bacon smell and I could be in trouble.
But just think of the beautiful sand castles that me, mom/dad could make at the beach. My snout is a wicked tool and I could help. You know, come up with some art like this –
Me + Beach = NOT happening. So we need to start thinking of who is going to watch this little, sweet, precious, snuggble piggy in October when mom/dad go on vacation. Any takers – snort. I don’t require much. Heck, I practically take care of myself. I just require a few things:
WiFi access
Laptop or iPad
Television
Netflix
Unlimited access to the magical kingdom called a kitchen
This is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort. Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch. It’s our time. Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).
She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television. It’s our bonding time. I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves. That’s how deep I sleep.
Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore. I can’t help it. I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me.
Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game. She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”. Do you know how ironic that is? Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort. So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up. Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it? She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.” And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.
Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.” Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story? Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed. By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me and Bashful are safely in our bed. Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story. You can’t miss her bedtime stories!
But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again. Why? Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.
I’m not saying that I’m rotten but I am a tad bit spoiled… just a tad here at the Hotel Thompson. It helps that I’m the bright star in my mom’s eyes. I’m also not saying that I get away with a lot of things but there are times things are overlooked if you know what I mean.
Take this video of me – yep mom struck again. There is no privacy here at the hacienda from a video or camera. If that’s the price I pay for being mom’s little prince, then I guess I’ll just have to suck it up – snort. This is me waddling around on my king size Egyptian cotton sheet. I love that sheet! I just don’t know what I’m going to do when that sheet goes to the sky above. I drag it all through the house, up on the sofa with mom, in the kitchen to lay on when mom cooks, in my room to sleep on.. .you get the picture. It’s so soft and cuddleable. Yep that’s a word now… cuddleable.
Let me warn you, I am not this big. You know what they say about the camera making you look like your 10 pounds heavier. It’s true. Really it is. I’m still a snuggle bug and lap piggy. Mom loves me regardless. Enjoy the video. Don’t you love mom’s voice? It’s what puts me to sleep every night when she tells me my bed time story. Enjoy – XOXOX – Bacon
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
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