Insomniacs

I wrote this and never posted it way back in December of 2015.  Things have changed a little since then, which I will update soon, but I thought I’d put this up first, just in case…

 

Last night, at approximately 12:48 AM, I started this blog post. There were people in my bedroom playing video games and watching television. That sounds weird, I know. But it’s a big bedroom and there is a couch and entertainment center. There are multiple insomniacs in the house and they think nothing of staying up into the wee hours doing whatever their heart desires. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them.

I could happily go to sleep at 10 or 11 PM. I could sleep without waking until 7 or 8 AM. Now, I haven’t been able to do this for 31 years, but I just know that if I was given the opportunity I would sleep like a baby.

Now, once upon a time, if I could not sleep in the bedroom due to all the activity, I could sleep in the living room on the couch. But, in the here and now, my son-in-law is sleeping on a mattress on the floor. And my son is in the spare bedroom. And my daughter and her son are in what used to be my son’s room. It’s like ‘Full House’, only without all the room.

Glen Close is quoted as having said, “It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.” In our case you don’t even see the yard, just the driveway. You would never know that people have experienced financial disaster, mental collapse and rebuilding, physical collapse and rebuilding, and some rough stuff with no rebuilding, just trying not to lose any more ground.

But here we are.

I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. In this family, we don’t give up. We keep on going. Alcoholic spouse? Never give up. Chronic depression? Never surrender. Developmental Disabilities? Never give an inch. Psychotic breaks? Give me your hand, we’ll pull you back together. Bankruptcy and Foreclosure? Have a tissue and blow your nose, it’s not the end of the world. Lost your job due to said psychotic break? Maybe you could stock shelves at night in a store. Medications destroyed your body? I’ll push you up the stairs into therapy, assist you in your exercises, but one thing I won’t do, is Stop.

We don’t do that here.

We may be sleep deprived and overcrowded, we may eat way too much spaghetti and too many tacos, but that’s okay. ”

It’s Good Enough for chickens, it’s good enough for ducks, it’s good enough for us.”–first post, Good Enough Farm on blogspot.

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One thought on “Insomniacs

  1. Well Hello! I’m glad to see that you are still around… not sure what has been happening in your life but I hope you post an update soon. 🙂 I’ve missed you

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