Things That Go Bump in the Night

Murray finally slept through most of the night last night (we've been up a lot lately due to teething). I had to lay on the floor next to his crib around midnight after a dose of Tylenol, and he was out. I was pumped to get some extra sleep. He's been waking every hour on the hour for the past few days and with DH 0n the road, I had to suck it up on my own. I sleepily crawled back into my cozy bed. Just as I hit full REM, the cat decides to be sick. Off I trudged to clean up. Again, I climbed back into our now, ever-so-cozy bed, only to be woken an hour later by Rudy, our resident security guard. He was going bananas at the obnoxious neighbors. Round three: I calmed Rudy, threw myself back into what I now considered a bed made in heaven and wearily drifted off to sleep. Murray slept until a blessed hour of 6:30am. I pulled him into bed with me to have our morning snuggle before we get going for the day. Suddenly, BOOM! I threw myself over Murray, thinking that we had an intruder in our bedroom with a very loud shotgun. Seconds later, to my relief, I realized that the power was out. Murray's eyes were as large as saucers, and if dogs could cry, I think Rudy would have been sobbing. Nala is getting too deaf to hear even the atom bomb, so I wasn't surprised when she didn't move. I called MPS and they were here within 30 minutes. A transformer had exploded, and the dumb thing is pretty much in my back yard. I am beginning to feel as though I have a newborn again, what with my lack of a decent rest.

May you all sleep peacefully tonight (and get a chuckle out of another escapade in the Beckerleg household).