tired to the bone, sleeping like the dead
I never understood what that really meant until today. Yesterday, Ryan had a fight with his girlfriend, an arguement really. So...
15 year old Ryan decided to spend the night at a friends house.
On a school night.
Without telling us.
By 9 o 'clock last night - I was nervous. And Ryan's cell phone was dead.
By 11 - I was furious.
By 1 - I was hysterical.
By 3 - I was on the phone with the police, who said they wouldn't do anything for 24 hours -
(it's called "cool down" time for teenagers, but it's ridiculous - he had a fight with his girlfriend not with me!)
4 o 'clock rolls around and I've called every hospital.
At 5:30, I started calling all his friends.
Finally at 8, someone remembers seeing him leave the skatepark with a guy named Nick.
I keep calling cell phones and other Mom's until someone tells me where Nick's apartment building is.
At 9:30 in the morning - I'm banging on every door of an apartment complex looking for a guy named
Nick.
I found Ryan at 10:30 this morning. Sleeping on Nick's couch.
He's home. He's safe. He's sleeping. And he's in more trouble than you can imagine!
And I know what it's like not to sleep in 24 hours.
For someone who falls asleep at 8:30 (since the stroke, 10:00 pm is a HUGE accomplishment) - I can't sleep now, even after being up since 6:15 am yesterday.
I don't know if it's the 6 pots of coffee, or just the overwhelming events of the day.
I'm tired to the bone, and I know when sleep eventually finds me, I'll sleep like the dead.
But, what a rotten way to learn what an old cliche means....
:Goodnight: ~V
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