Cathy in the Wright

If You Sneak Up Behind Satan and Yell "Boo" Will He Jump?

For the past week or so, The Governor has been waking throughout the night and screaming and throwing tantrums in his crib. I took him to the doctor to rule out ear infections and other ailments. Her diagnosis: Night Terrors.

Does anyone else find it wonderfully ironic that the child I openly refer to as Damien has Night Terrors? What is more scary than Satan? I mean besides Chris Muir making hamburger patties out of Gainsburger. Yes, Chris, I'm old enough to remember those. :)

So I Googled 'Night Terrors' and found a web site on the disorder. Here's a descriptive paragraph from the page:

Night Terrors Symptoms: Sudden awakening from sleep, persistent fear or terror that occurs at night, screaming, sweating, confusion, rapid heart rate, inability to explain what happened, usually no recall of "bad dreams" or nightmares, may have a vague sense of frightening images. Many people see spiders, snakes, animals or people in the room, are unable to fully awake, difficult to comfort, with no memory of the event on awakening the next day.

Now I'm laughing my head off because after reading this...it turns out I have Night Terrors too! Very infrequently, I will swear I see a spider dropping down from the ceiling above the bed. I've been known to swing my pillow at it, swat at it with the comforter, and even jump out of bed to avoid it. But I do remember that I do it, so maybe I just need to cut back on the late night pepperoni pizza.

And speaking of pepperoni pizza, it has become a staple of the canine diet around here. Dog-spoiling has reached all new heights. Each morning warmed chicken broth is poured over the dry nuggets to encourage eating, and we have been known to go through an entire box of biscuits in a day. Furthermore, Breezy has stopped drinking water but she'll eat lots of snow when she goes outside. I've actually brought in a bowl or two of snow because I get worried about her getting dehydrated. Poor Hoocher. When the cancer finally gets the better of Breezy, he'll be moving out of the Ritz and back to Motel 6.

Ahh...just now hearing The Governor express his extreme disgust at the thought of putting on his pajamas. The VP is getting a sneak preview of tonight's show. Bwah ha ha ha ha!

Posted by Cathy at February 14, 2004 07:43 PM