Lunar Insomnia

It's a real term folks. Not one that has any science behind it. The stuff made of myth.

Or so they say.

They were not at my house last night. [Or many other nights of a Full Moon.]

It all started at Midnight. Ellis wandering in the hall and telling me that it was time to get up. She was bright eyed and bushy tailed. And since she had fallen asleep earlier than usual, I knew that there was no fighting her on this one. I took her downstairs for a snack. Yogurt and pretzels. We sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. I suggested bed. NO. We sat on the couch some more.

It is now 3am. Chase wakes. She is thirsty and nervous [having dreams about giant children and school] and I give her a drink. She manages to fall back asleep.

And Ellis and I continue to sit on the couch. She is still bright eyed and bushy tailed.

It is now 4am. The cat is marching around the living room. Howling up a storm. March. March. Meow. Meeeeeoooow! Ellis tells me that the cat is telling her that it is time for Ellis to eat breakfast, and could I please get her a Gogurt and a peach. OKAY?

Mark is now wandering. Wants to know how long we have all been awake. Ah. A long time, honey. The suggestion of her bed brings HUGE and LOUD protest. Chase wakes again.

It is now 5am. I feed Ellis and escape the living room under the pretense of using the bathroom. I honestly have no idea what went on from 5-7:30am. I was sleeping. And Ellis was asleep when I came downstairs. How little sleep, I don't know.

It's 8am and we are all now awake and starting the day.

Nights like these are not common. But when they happen. Wow-za. And a common trend [unfortunate coincidence?] are full moons. Logically, I know that there is no real science behind it. But when you live it--and relive it-- it does give you pause.

I am thinking that it is going to be one LONG day.