TIRED IN MY BONES

So after getting the kids off to school yesterday I decided I would hop back into bed and read.  I had just ended another hospital stay the night before and I was TIRED.  I knew there was a potential Respiratory Therapist visit later that morning and so I was awaiting the phone call for the actual time of arrival.  The more I layed there reading, the more I thought how much I would love to cancel said appointment.  When I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I decided I would take a short nap until that phone call came.  I always keep my phone on vibrate so I held it in one of my hands for fear I'd miss the call.  As soon as I had drifted under, my hand vibrates.  It startles me awake and my heart starts pounding.  I look at the number and see that it's NOT the Respiratory Therapist, it's my husband.  Surely he'd understand me hitting the silence button, right?  So that's what I did.  I silenced his call and attempted to sleep once more.  Just as I was just hitting the brink of my happy place, Ben's feeding pump went off.  DARN that pump.  "Ben...." I whine...."help a girl out.  Reach over and turn your pump off...pleeeaaassse?!?"  Nothing...he pretends not to hear me because it's still beeping.  I climb back out of bed, kiss his cute cheeks and turn his pump off.  I crawled back into my warm bed for attempt number three.  (sigh)  I'm so tired.  Please make everything go away, just for a little while?  Phone in hand once more I start to drift off...again.  Not sure how long I was asleep but I know it wasn't long.  I was JOLTED awake by a LOUD knock on my door.  I jump out of bed in my dazed state, trying to control my balance as I fall sideways into my closet door while thinking, "They were supposed to CALL first...what the HECK?!?"  My hair!  I'm remembering how pretty my hair must look since I haven't yet gotten ready for the day.  I run to the bathroom to see what kind of damage control I need to do before running down to let him in.  I happened to look out the bathroom window and see a UPS driver pulling away.  False alarm.  I'm annoyed.  WHY do they need to bang on the door?  I crawl back into bed wondering if I should just give up.  But I can't.  My body is magnetically pulled towards my bed.  I think if Ben could...he would be laughing at me.  He probably was.  I know I would be.  I close my eyes again.  Moments later Ben starts coughing.  I peek at him.  He coughs again.  "NURSE!"  I shout before realizing I'm not in the PICU anymore.  UGH!  There's no nurse.  I get up and give Ben a good suction, pat his back and smile at him.  "It's a good thing I love you Ben."  I tell him.  This attempt at a nap seems futile but I WON'T give up.  I can't.  My body won't let me.  Back to bed I go.  Another 15 minutes later the phone vibrates..."AAAAAHHHHH!"   I'm starting to think homicidal thoughts.  It's a txt message.  I ignore it and fall back asleep.  The phone.  It's merciless.  I think there were three more calls that I totally ignored.  (sorry people)  Then it came.  The phone call I was waiting for.  "Hi Dan" I say.  "Look, I'm gonna be completely honest with you.  I'm exhausted and was hoping to take a nap.  How 'bout we reschedule for tomorrow?"   He was copasetic and I was HAPPY.  I turned my phone off and FINALLY got my nap.  The End.