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A Day… I Mean Night in the Life

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01:00 – The thirteen year old comes to my room to say he needs to be covered up again. I get up because he won’t leave me alone until I do, and the more he fusses, the more he wakes up.

02:01 – Cell phone rings. Squint at the number. Don’t recognize it. Decline call.

02:02 – Roll over to go back to sleep. Get cramp in left foot. Writhe until cramp goes away.

02:03 – Get comfortable again. Notice light in my eyes. Open them to be blinded by rays of moonlight like laser beams coming through window. Roll over.

02:04 – Am awake, wondering if the phone call was from eldest son, lost, alone on the side of the highway, with a phone he plucked from the cold dead body of the guy he’d just seen run over. (Okay, the body wouldn’t be cold yet, but you get the picture.)

02:25 – Thinks about getting up to write this post.

02:30-02:54 – Drifts back off to sleep.

02:55 – Cell phone rings. Answers it. Loud talking in the background and then a voice says, “Wrong number,” and hangs up.

02:56 – Cell phone rings again. Answers it. Person hangs up.

02:57 – Cell phone rings … again. Answers it. Lots of noise: voice says, “Still wrong number.” Well DUH!! Am clearly dealing with a rocket scientist.

02:57 – Cell phone rings. Picks up and listens. Voice says, “I think the number’s 0215…” Resists temptation to say, “YES! Try that!” They hang up.

03:00 – (While failing to get back to sleep.) Imagines how it might be possible to replicate fax machine noise for next phone call.

03:27 – Considers getting up to write post which will include phone number of non-rocket scientist so that people all over the world can phone said doo-doo at 2 and 3 every morning for the next week.

03:41 – Tries to figure out how to say 999,999 in Japanese.

03:50 (or so) – Drifts off to sleep.

06:25 – Thirteen year old wakes me up to let me know he’s going downstairs and that he’s going to let me sleep for another half an hour. Goes downstairs and proceeds to scream at TV for half an hour.

06:55 – Phone rings … cousin in England has forgotten yet again how many hours difference there are…

It’s going to be a long two weeks until I’m able to sleep again.

 

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Author: Linda G. Hill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

39 thoughts on “A Day… I Mean Night in the Life

  1. Debi O'Neille, writing against the wind's avatar

    I’ve tried shutting off my phone before bed, thinking I’d sleep better with no beeps or buzzes, but I worried too much there’d be an emergency and no one would be able to get a hold of me to let me know. So then, cussing under my breath, I got up and turned the dang thing back on.
    Deb@ http://debioneille.blogspot.com

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  2. domingosaurus's avatar

    I typically only get a couple of restless hours of sleep on any given night. People have suggested many remedies and cures. My response is always “I don’t want to cure it. I want to exploit it.” The reason I have a hard time sleeping is because I know I could be up doing something productive. There will be plenty of time for sleep when I’m dead. (Forgive the morbidity.)

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  3. Lala Rukh's avatar

    Oh those scary nights…. You have reminded me of my experiences. Though the way you have described your’s is quite impressive. I have started turning off my cell phone while going to sleep now and life feels good 😉

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  4. A.PROMPTreply's avatar

    Wow. With nights like that, perhaps you should take up sleeping in the day?

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  5. mfitz's avatar

    Bahaha, hilarious, freaking Brits have no concept of time….next time answer the call as “—– police, drug enforcement, officer stanley speaking”. see if that wakes them up a little…..

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  6. willowdot21's avatar

    OH! Linda you are a hero!!

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  7. IreneDesign2011's avatar

    What a night Linda :-/
    I hope you can catch some of your needed sleep in the next nights 🙂

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  8. swo8's avatar

    Not a fun night. Get rid of your phone.
    Leslie

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  9. mewhoami's avatar

    What an exhausting night! “Am clearly dealing with a rocket scientist.” Haha! Did they think that if they kept dialing the same number, that somehow it would turn into the right one? People can be interesting…

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  10. markbialczak's avatar

    People wrong-numbering you at 3 a.m. are a good bet to be sleeping at 11 a.m. Hint.

    I promise to be quiet in my posts the next two weeks, Linda G., just in case you are trying to catch a few quick ZZZZZs.

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  11. joey's avatar

    Oh boy. I hate nights like that! I actually have given the number of a particularly harassing texter. He was convinced I knew him and that I was being funny. He also thought I was a man. And of course, it was 4am. It’s sad how so many of my friends called and texted him around noon. Hehe.

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  12. Charles Yallowitz's avatar

    Screech of a modem could work too, but I’m not sure how you would do that.

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  13. John W. Howell's avatar

    Boat horn blast into the phone usually stops calls like that.

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