Closed my eyes to sleep. Last I checked the clock, it was 8:05 on a Tuesday night. As I was entering the borderline between sleep and awake, I felt the bed move. I didn’t want to open my eyes because it is really hard for me to catch z’s, but it’s too late. My mind is wide awake again. As I opened my eyes with a bit of frustration, I saw my wife still lying beside me, eyes half-opened, and seems like she’s gathering her strength to get up, or maybe thinking of a reason not to get up. (Haha!)
Time check, around quarter to 9pm. I told her to get up and eat, so she can prep for work, (she works as a helpdesk in a BPO company near the MOA area, her shift starts at 11pm). She just hugged and kissed me on my neck as a response. Then asked me if I already washed my face. I replied no because I am lazy as f*ck! (Haha!) She got up, took her facial cleanser, then wiped my face clean, as I was pretending to be asleep, (though my mind was screaming, “I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP BY NOW!!! AAAARRGGHHH!!!). Then finished my face up with her moisturizer. (How sweet and caring my wife is, noh? 😊)
As I opened my eyes again, she was no longer in the room. The clock says it’s passed 9:20ish pm. Closed my eyes again, trying to relive the glory of almost entering the dream territory. Ugh. I felt her entering the room again after a while, doing her pre-work/lakwatsa rituals. Me? Still. Pretending. Asleep.
Then I noticed that the room became quiet. Eeriely quiet. (Cue cinematic suspense-thriller background music) And then…
Nah! This ain’t a horror story. 😂😂😂
I took a peek around the room and she was no longer there. The nerve! She didn’t even kiss me goodbye! Hmp! (Or maybe, I am just really good in acting out a dead log that she didn’t want to wake me. Ain’t she the sweetest? Hihi!)
I got up. Checked the time on my phone, almost 10. I hurriedly went down the stairs, hoping she haven’t gone far yet. She just got out of our front gate. I followed her but I didn’t go out of the house. I was standing inside the gate, my face planted in between the steel grills while my hands are holding onto it, (jailbird ang peg?!😁). She walked towards our frontgate. I asked her if she left any money for the kids’ baon to school. She said she did, but for the heck of maybe she did not, she handed me a hundred peso bill, then asked me to kiss her while she pecked her lips to mine. With the gate still between us. (Getting the idea of how lazy I am, eh?). Then she went her merry way.
I went back to our room, and yes. She did leave some money. (More for me to spend! Yey!😂😂😂)
Back to our bed. Closed my eyes. Opened it. Tossed. Turned. Changed pillows. Tossed. Turned. It was almost eleven when I decided to just eat. All that tossing and turning made me hungry!
By around half-passed-midnight, I am again lying on our bed. Closed my eyes. Opened it. Tossed. Turned. Changed pillows. Tossed. Turned. Repeat.
At around 1am, the unthinkable happened. No, please. God, why me?! What happened, you ask? Only the most irritable, the most annoying, the mostest of all the most unwanted feeling of all…
RLS. (Or Restless Leg Syndrome. It is really irritable. I think it’s a brain disease because I can trigger it by just thinking that it will happen to me, and it really does. How I wish that also happens when I think about money, and poof! Money! Yey! 😀😀😀) Anyways, try googling RLS if you have nothing to do. It’s real and it can happen to you. (Hala ka! 😂😂😂)
After massaging my left leg down to my toes, RLS was gone and finally, I got to doze off.
Alarm clock! Yey! Not yey. Before I fell asleep, the last thing I saw on my phone was 2:27am! Now, it’s 4:30am and it’s time to prep both me and my kids to school.
No choice. I got up. We got up. Did the morning rituals of a school day and off we go.
Time check. Exactly 4pm. I’m still here at school. In the LIBRARY. AHEM! 😂😂😂 Waiting for my next class scheduled at 4:30pm. My first class started at 7:30am and my last class will end at 7:30pm. Long day for me.
Whew! Hopefully, I can get a full 8-hour sleep later. I hope you do too, and RLS also while you’re at it.
***Credits to the owner of the photo.***