Serenity now, serenity now keeps playing in my mind. Words famously uttered by George Costanza on Seinfeld.
4:30 am. In the next room, I hear Brody jumping up and down on his bed ready to get the party started.
I don’t want an invite.
Creak… his door opens and I hear the pitter patter of his feet approaching my room.
My blood pressure begins to rise. I brace myself. Will he willingly go back to bed or wake up the entire house? “Brody it is still night time outside. Go back to bed, please.”
Phew, that was a close call. He quietly retreats.
As I lay in bed, my radar is turned back on high alert. Worry sets in. Will he sneak downstairs and get into something he shouldn’t? I get up and shut his door. The creak of his door opening is my built in alarm system.
I find comfort in this primitive early warning detection system. What works, works. Right?
Noises start back up again in his neck of the woods. I now know it is useless to hope for anymore sleep. Just please… don’t wake up your brothers they have school today. I do not need an entire house of grouches.
One is enough, me.
Serenity now, serenity now.