That's what happened to me yesterday. I laid down at 2:55pm, after the kids went to bed and I cleaned up toys. At 4pm, the rain pouring down woke me from my slumber. I looked at the clock and was instantly irritated. I really need to start setting my baking timer to wake me. I'm opposed to big naps because they keep me from sleeping at night. Sure as day, I couldn't sleep.
After 90 minutes of tossing and turning, I must have fallen asleep at 1am. Then at TWO IN THE MORNING, I heard this low roaring sound coming from outside. It was constant, it almost sounded like a garbage truck idling in my lawn. I looked out and it was a moving truck at my neighbors house. At 2 in the morning. Who moves at 2 in the morning? (did I mention people were moving at 2 in the morning?) So, I was up again. Thinking about how I WAS sleeping and now I was NOT. Then I started to think about my neighbors. These neighbors moved in just after us, (it's a new subdivision) after a year we introduced ourselves and the mother and I instantly connected. She was pregnant with her second child. Her husband and my husband truly liked eachother. She had her second baby. We would go to dinner, host dinners for each other, we shared eggs and flour and spaghetti sauce. I'd go there at 10 in the evening and sit on her bed with her and we would share stories while our kids slept peacefully. We would have late night scrapbooking with a bottle of wine. The favors were endless. It seemed like we were constantly trying to find ways to do nice things for eachother. It was exhausting. The honeymoon ended and we just stopped talking. Although they lived almost directly across the street from us, we just didn't talk. We had a few ackward attempts to rekindle, but it just never worked. She gave birth to their child in October. And now they are gone. Laying in bed last night, I thought about how I still have her shirt in my closet, which I planned to dry clean for her.
Things weren't always so perfect with them. I always felt in competition with them. Always. And I hated it. (I never "competed in return" and I think that bothered them, or maybe it didn't. Who knows?) Although we "connected" we just never really fit together. Perhaps there were too many pieces of the puzzle to connect; if our kids got along, if our husbands got along, if she and I got along, etc. I'm excited about the new neighbor to join our neighborhood. I'm excited to not have that awkward wave driving by. Most of all, I'm excited to have a good night's rest tonight.
Seriously, who moves at 2 in the morning?