19 Nov 2008

19 Nov 2008

We are NOT all morning people in this household! My husband gets up at 4 a.m. – regardless of whether or not the alarm has gone off. I don’t mind being married to a morning person so much, it’s just that he’s so darn CHIPPER at that time that offends! He’s so happy and cheerful and full of energy – and he wants to share that with the rest of our household. Our children have repeatedly begged me, “Mooooom, make him stop!” as they pull their pillows over their heads.

This morning he was up, out of bed, and in the shower, when the alarm went off.

The alarm is on his side of the bed.

As I lunged my sleep deprived body over the speed bump in the middle of our mattress, (hoping it was the bump, and not a kid) my fingertips pressed the first button they touched – which unfortunately was the snooze button. The off button would have been the first one to the left. So now I’m lying sideways on our bed with my rib cage bent over the bump, trying to remember how long a snooze is – 7 or 9 minutes, because now I have to stay awake that long to push the off button. It doesn’t really matter either way – I’m not going back to sleep now anyway.

The brain is an interesting organ. At least mine is. I was 40 years old before it finally dawned on me that I have ADD. I used to have ADHD, but that was pre-hysterectomy. Now it’s more like a whirling dervish that wears itself out, and then gets revved up again, then wears itself out… Over and over… all day long…

My brain is like that, too, only it never seems to wear down. Think of a ping pong ball bouncing around inside your head and every time it hits something that’s another train of thought you board. I tend to talk that way, too - hand gestures included. One of my brothers used to say, “If you tied her hands behind her back, you’d render her instantly mute!” I have four older brothers and they would know because they tried that sort of thing a time or two. My younger sister still swears that the next oldest brother “babysat” her one time by locking her in a closet. Ah, those were the good old days!

One time I was having lunch with my daughter and a good friend I hadn’t seen in a while. I was on about the fourth subject change in a matter of minutes before the two of them looked at each other with that blank stare I know SO well, and burst out laughing. The friend summed it up this way, “Wait! Wait! It’s been a long time. I have to get my brain back to Renee-ese!” It’s kind of like a giant tree with lots and lots of branches. I start out at the base of the tree and then just seem to go all over the place, only I seem to hop from branch to branch and don’t always take my listeners with me. I have to admit though; even I get confused sometimes and have to follow the branch back to the base of the tree.

Oh well, those who know me, love me.