Every now and then I have a restless night. Last night was one, mostly due to the window near our bed that, when it was hit with a gust of wind, created a high-pitched whistling. And I'm not talking about a melodious whistling, a la Francesco Bonifazi. No. I'm talking about an ear-splitting trill. Not real conducive to sleeping (although Hubby snored right through it all). At 2 am I went searching amidst the kitchen odds-n-ends drawer for some tape to run over the gap between the bottom and top windows, finding only some electrical tape. Being desperate, I stretched the tape along the gap, only having enough to do a partial job. It would have to do, so I snuggled back under the comforter. The next blast of wind whined through the gap. The little bit of tape didn't do. I pulled the comforter up around my head, leaving just a small hole through which to breathe. The unfortunate whistling continued.
After ten more minutes of the obnoxious noise, I folded a hand towel and put it on the gap, knowing it wasn't going to help but thinking maybe, just maybe . . .. It didn't help at all. At 3 am, I decided to go to the couch, and while the couch isn't my comfy bed, the living room was at least quiet. As agitated as I was, I didn't fall back to sleep quickly. When it seemed like I had just finally fallen asleep, my cell phone rang. I answered it to hear a school reach message telling me the boys were being given a snow day due to inclement weather, e.g. the winds blowing 75 mph (that might be a tad bit of an exaggeration) giving us a wind chill of -20 degrees (for real--I saw it on the news), plus the drifting snow. I had been granted a reprieve. I didn't have to get up at 5:30. I could actually get two and a half hours more of sleep.
Not to be. At 5:45, right after I had again just fallen back to sleep, Hubby came into the living room, telling me it was time to get up. In what I am sure was a very unkind, grouchy voice, I said, "The boys don't have school, and I don't have class until 9:30." Hubby turned and left, closing the double doors behind him. A half hour later, Funny Delightful Son came in but left when I feigned sleep. Why is he up, I wondered. He always knows before I do that school has been canceled. Apparently not this morning. Apparently both boys got up without me having to get them up and proceeded to get ready for school. If I truly was as mean as I'm always being told I am, I would have gone with it and made like school really was in session. I would have watched them leave, laughing the whole time, wishing I could see their faces when they got to the school only to find out no one else was there. Unfortunately, Hubby informed them of the snow day before I finally pulled myself from the couch to see what all the commotion was about. Darn!
Though I missed out on pulling the best prank ever on the boys, I did have one of the funniest dreams ever. During my finally sleeping time between the phone call at 5 am and Hubby coming in at 5:45 am to get me up, I dreamed I was in our living room and so were a bunch of wild animals: a squirrel, a baby polar bear, a rather large bird with a very large crest on its head (sorta like Woody Woodpecker), and a whole host of other animals. They were coming in from the cold, and all I kept asking was, "How are they getting in?" As I was asking this, I was trying to take a picture of the baby polar bear to show everyone what was in my living room. The dang bear kept hiding behind the furniture, never letting me get my picture.