I lie there, trying to day dream myself into sleep. No seriously. These days I don’t just fall asleep. I have to ‘day dream’ before hopefully falling asleep. Horrible feeling that. Being worried that just maybe you won’t fall asleep.
Finally my dream takes over reality and I drift off to the land of the Sandman. Just. Then the house alarm goes off. There is NOTHING that gets your heart rate up so quickly as being woken up from deep sleep to your home alarm going off in South Africa.
Withing milliseconds I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to protect the kids, when I realize Tommie is up and walking through the house already. I grab my cellphone, with my finger right on the emergency button…just in case.
In the end we figure out it’s the main bedroom that set off the alarm and all is fine and well in our room. I keep the phone with me as the security company should be phoning to hear if everything is okay. I lie there…phone on my chest…waiting for the call. Nothing. I’m almost asleep – this time without the help of day dreaming – when I realize I still have the phone on my chest. No call. 15 Minutes later. I put the phone on silent (and vibrating) in case they phone, since I don’t want it to wake up Zander or Tommie.
It’s now 12 : 19 pm. It’s the next day already and I’m still waiting for the call.
Much help they are.