Last night would have been a good time to go back to the old way of sleeping through the night. Since I have to leave for a three and a half hour drive at ten o'clock tonight, I should have known that this would be the time the phone would ring in the middle of the night.
Back in the old days, before I was waiting for Aiden to be born, I was never bothered by late night or early morning phone calls. When I went to bed, the ringer went off and the answering machine went on. If anyone called at five in the morning thinking it was an emergency hotline, they had to leave a message. I wouldn't have been very helpful anyway, at that ridiculous hour.
And now that there's almost no chance I'll be called to the hospital in the middle of the night, it's probably time to go back to the old ways. I didn't get to sleep until late last night anyway, so a wrong number at 5:47 am was even more unwelcome than usual. It's enough to tip the scales. It might be enough to make me screen my calls all the time. What harm could that do?
Anyway, I'm sort of vamping here. Here and everywhere. I've done all the work I can do and all the packing I can do, and I'm waiting. I'm also trying to catch a little catnap, but that doesn't seem to be working out. I'll be fine to drive with or without a little more sleep, but a little more would be almost enough. Either way, I'm almost outta here.