Can You Hear Me Now?

I've been feeling kinda lousy for a few days (a combination of a sore throat and my sciatica acting up. yes, I know that sounds like an old person's disease, but I started having problems with my sciatic nerves during my first pregnancy, so bugger off. I'm old, but I'm not that old. Okay, maybe I am. Fetch me a latte and my walker and then get out of my yard.)

Anyway, the sciatica has been making it really hard to sleep, so since I was feeling a bit better last night I decided to turn in early. Thankfully, I dozed right off....and then woke up suddenly an hour later.

Since the kids were born, I have a hair trigger wake up reflex. I hear a weird sound in the distance, but have no clue what it is. I turn down the volume on the TV (I always fall asleep with the TV on), but the sound is still going on.

I lie there and try to figure out what it is. It isn't a cat, and it isn't a kid. Dammit. I'm going to have to get out of bed and figure out what it is.

I stumble down the hallway. First stop, Dan-El's room. Nope, it's not in there.

Next, I stumble down to Jak-El's room. Yep, the sound is definitely here. It's...what the hell is it? It isn't coming from the bins of action figures or the closet. It's....oh crap. It's the damn Leapfrog pad. One of the cats must have jumped up on the desk and turned it on. How the hell do I shut this off? Where's the button? Arragh! It's playing the same damn song over and over and over! Where's the frickin' button?

Ah. There it is. Blessed silence

Jak-El, of course, doesn't even stir. I stumble back to bed and pass out.

To sum up:

Mom hearing is not a good superpower. Flight would be better. Or maybe the ability to turn stale bread into Girl Scout/Guide cookies. But this hearing thing bites.