A Codeine-Induced Slumber or A Lack Of Sleep?
After waking up at 11 am from a codeine induced slumber, I stumbled down the stairs with Bailey walking in between my legs and Peaches already sprawled out in the middle of the hallway downstairs. I still sound like sh** from all the congestion but can’t seem to shake this sinus thing.
Ah! Hairball. That’s nice. I’m so happy to be cleaning up after the cats as soon as I staggered downstairs.
Ah! Dirty dishes in the sink. That’s nice. I’m so happy to be cleaning up after my husband as well.
I fed the cats and checked the outside temp. Wow! Way too hot again. Looks like I’ll be staying in all day again today. I hope my AC cools off the house – yesterday it didn’t do such a hot job. I made coffee though I think that’s it’s too hot, but I don’t want a caffeine withdrawal headache. I flipped on “The View” – why do I torture myself? I hate that loud-mouthed loser Joy Behar.
Damn! It’s already noon. Peaches! Stop eating the flowers! I guess she found the bouquet. I’m so sleepy. Wait a minute! Why? Was it the codeine infused cough syrup or….? Dammit! I just remembered what happened last night.
It was around a quarter to one in the morning and I was just dozing off hoping for some cough free shut-eye. I heard John come in. It took him a few minutes to come upstairs and start his nightly routine. All of a sudden I heard him screaming, “Bailey!” and then the banging and bitching started. Evidently the cat couldn’t make it to his litter box downstairs and deposited a small amount of diarrhea in the bathroom sink. Better the sink than the floor.
I got up (now fully awake) and started cleaning up the mess. It took me 2 minutes to clean and disinfect the soiled area. Wow. Big deal. Now I was awake, the cats were scared and HE was still complaining. I tried to unsuccessfully resume my sleep. No luck. I went downstairs and swallowed another teaspoon of cough medicine and hoped for a miracle. Did I mention that I was coughing now from all the commotion?
I headed upstairs into my room and crawled in bed. Peaches was already snuggled up waiting for me to spoon with her. I laid down, coughed, took a throat lozenge and coughed some more. Two ‘o clock rolled around. Then 3:45. I must have conked out by 4 am. I had to wake him up at 5:30 – so much for a good night’s sleep. I rang the intercom as a wake-up-call, snoozed the alarm and waited to see if he got up. Seven minutes later I rang again, greeted by a screaming “WHAT?”. So nice.
By the time I actually stirred (shockingly the cats didn’t bug me) it was after 11 am. Did the codeine give me an opposite reaction or did the late-night chaos impede my snooze? I may never know until the repeat performance tonight. Hopefully the cat won’t sh** in the sink. Maybe I will. Just kidding.
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