Last night I got into bed, turned out the light, stretched and…woke up nine hours later.  No joke.

When I was younger I used to be able to sleep through anything.  I lived on the Co-Ed floor in college (my school was small and we only had one) and slept through many a morning of "hallway pinball" in which my floormates threw basketballs down the hallway, the goal being to bounce it off the walls and doors as many times as possible.  Earlier on, the only way to wake me up in the mornings was for my Mom to roll around on me. I have slept through earthquakes and wall rattling thunderstorms.

Somewhere along the way I lost the ability to sleep through everything (probably somewhere around the time I lived with the crackhead Las Vegas roommate) and now everything wakes me up.  Did a grasshopper sneeze in Norway? It might just make me fall out of bed.

I am hoping to find a happy sleeping medium before I have teenagers because my sleeping ability is starting to resemble my Mom's while I was in high school.  And when I was in high school? My Mom would go into her room, close her bedroom door, put in earplugs, pull a pillow over her head and? get mad at me for making enough noise to wake her up (this usually involved something like eating something crunchy or turning the page in a book).

Fun aside:

Once, when I was about thirteen or so, I was listening to something (most likely either the Beatles or something l would now consider lame) on my portable stereo through my headphones and my Mom was insistent that the music was too loud and that I was going to blow out my ears.  So I would turn it down some and she would say "I can still hear it! That means it is too loud!" after a couple of tries at turning it down, I finally put my elbow over the controls and turned the whole thing off but kept the headphones on.  After a couple of seconds my Mom said "I can still hear your music! Turn it down before you do permanent damage to both of our ears!"

She, of course, has probably decided to not remember this.  (this is where a smiley would go if I believed in using an emoticon in a blog post)

Anyway, for me to fall asleep and not only not be woken up by Will playing his game until one in the morning but not wake up when Will came to bed?  Is amazing. And worth a longer blog post. Because it might not ever happen again!

Look at me, still not telling any details!  All in good time, I promise.