I'm awake!

When we were teenagers and planning to come home late from work or play, my mom would tell us, "Make sure to wake me up when you get home because I can't sleep until I know you're safe." 

I know: to you, it doesn't make sense. But I understand perfectly. We obeyed this rule. Wake Mom up. Tell her what time it was (so she would know we came home on time). And enjoy the conversation as she asked us about our evening. 

You see, Mom made no sense when she was tired. Or half-asleep. And it was hilarious. I have no specific memories of these conversations, but I do remember that we would laugh about them the next day. We loved telling stories about waking Mom up to tell her we were home.

I am nothing like my mom. 

That's just a little joke.

Ammon has had a lot of trouble sleeping lately. We're working on it. Last night, he came in my room and said, "Mom, I can't sleep. Do you have any suggestions for me?"

I plainly remember telling him to read a book. He said, "What?" in a confused way. I explained to him that reading would help his mind relax, especially if he read something he had read before. He laughed and left. I wasn't sure what was so funny, so I just went back to sleep.

This morning, Ammon told me the conversation from his point of view.

Ammon: "I can't sleep. Do you have any suggestions for me?"

Mom (that's me): "You can read a book or renew your crutches."

Ammon: "What?"

Mom: "You know, when you're awake, you can dream about stuff like Halloween, and then you dream about it again. That's how you renew your crutches."

Ammon: "Okay." [laughs]

See, unlike my own mom, I make sense when I'm tired.