Monday, July 28, 2008
I’ve grown accustomed to having my sleep interrupted by your nightly desire for a party. Why your party urgings strike at 3:00 a.m., I’ll never know. But until last night, I’ve never had my dreams interrupted by party fever, merely my sleep.
Last night, Simon Baker (who played the hotshot lawyer, Nick Fallin on the TV show The Guardian) and I were sitting on the front steps of my Boston row house – you know, the one we watched on HGTV yesterday as a million dollar renovation was completed. Just as Simon and I were deep into discussion about something going on at my neighbor’s row house, you started blinking the hall light on and off to get my attention. Damn, Simon was going to have to wait.
I quickly got out of bed, went to your room and put on my best mean mommy face (hard to do well at 3am), and told you to get back into bed. I then tried to quickly get back into my bed without waking completely so that I could hopefully summon Simon back for the continuation of my dream. Alas it was not to be. Simon had left and the only thing I could think about was that my alarm was going to go off in just an hour and a half.
So, my dear Ashley, if you see Simon in your dreams, please tell him to come back to mine. He and I still haven’t figured out what to do about my neighbor's 15 dogs, 2 potbelly pigs, and the parrot – especially the loud, screeching parrot.