fish out of water

its 5am Saturday morning. My work schedule makes sure my body wakes up at this time every day, even my days off. *sigh* Which can sometimes be a pain in the butt. Like today. I'm so tired, wrung out even, and yet here I am awake. Family is in town, and that means I get the joy of seeing my granddaughter. And the not so much joy of sleeping with her.

Have you ever seen a fish out of water? Maybe a fisherman lays it on the dock after he pulls the hook out, and the poor thing lays there, flopping around this way and that, as if it's trying to bellyflop its way back into the water? Well, that's how my granddaughter sleep.... all arms and legs akimbo, flopping around this way and that. You never know when there's going to be a sharp elbow or knobby knee sticking you in the back, the hip, the leg. I was sound asleep when whooommp ... she's laying full across me! And I lay here thinking... was I like that as a kid? I don't think so.

When I was growing up, my mom made me a quilt. The squares were all pieces of dresses she had made for me and my sister, or for herself, which was so nice. But the inside of the quilt was old blankets, not this lightweight batting stuff they have in them nowadays, but heavyweight blankets. I remember when I was ready to move out, and get a bigger bed of course, I couldn't take that with me. So I asked that she make me another blanket that was heavy like that. Why? There was a huge comfort, I believe, in having a heavy blanket on me, and now I'm wondering, did that keep me pressed into the bed and there was less flopping around when I was my granddaughter's age? haha, just a thought, but maybe there's something to it, who knows.

ahh, the ponderings and rememberances...

HUGS to everyone