A mother's guilt

Went to bed last night at 9:15 p.m. Completely exhausted. Woke up at 5:10 a.m. Couldn't believe I slept for 8 hours! Felt so guilty, I did a load of laundry and let Nik out, before going back in to lay down til the sun came up. Took Nik for our daily 2-mile walk at 9 a.m.

Got home, Rick was making Egg RickMuffins (w/bacon and chez, pls!) Then, the four of us jumped in Rick's truck for a trip to Home Depot. My idea, you could have knocked Rick over with a feather when I suggested it.

As we were driving along, I asked Kar about her date last night. I felt guilty for being a bad mommy, not staying up for her like usual.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked warily. Never a good sign.
"Um, let's see, because I'M YOUR MOTHER!"
"But mom, I already told you about it!"
"You did? When?!!?"
"When I got home last night! Don't you remember us talking?"
"What time was that?"
My stepson chimed in, "Sheila, you got up with her and both of you were sitting on the couch talking when I came in at 11:30. You said good night to me."
"Ah, Rick, help me out here. Do you remember me getting out of bed last night?"
"Nope, but I was sleeping. That's what I do in bed. Sleep."
"And snore," I reminded him. Then shot him a silent scowl that reminded him that sleep is NOT all he does in bed.

It's very, very rare for me to sleep-walk/talk. Maybe has happened 5 times in my life. Amuses Rick to no end.

Kar went on to say that we'd spent about 30 minutes rehashing her date on the living room couch. When she came in to tell me she was home, I put on my robe, walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a glass of Diet Pepsi. She never guessed I wasn't awake. We chatted while I pet my dog and cats. Never said I was tired. And I don't remember a damn thing!

Then, it hit me. That means I did NOT sleep for 8 hours straight! And I am a good mommy!
The Last of Sheila (Coburn)