I've been working on the railroad

     Every time my son comes home from a weekend with his dad he punishes me for leaving him. I get it, he loves his mom and is mad that she sent him away for the weekend. That being said, waking me up twice a night for two nights in a row does not help anybody. Who wants to hang out with a cranky, sleep deprived mom? I wouldn't want to hang out with her and I certainly don't want to be her either.
    So, last Monday at 2 am and 4 am my son called for me. The first time around I got off easy, "go back to bed Bud," I whispered. Nice it worked! The second time around I found myself lying in bed with him. Okay, I didn't just lie there, I fell asleep. Then I had one of those falling dreams which caused me to jump in my sleep. The jumping action moved the bed, which touched a toy, which began to play I've Been Working on the Railroad at 4:27 am.
     I sat up delirious and pissed off then hunted for the damn toy. The room was extremely dark so I had to rely on my hearing sense to track it down. When I found it, it was as though the switch had disappeared. I could not find it anywhere.
     Eventually, I ended up in the hallway where I found the elusive switch and turned the thing off. For the next half hour I stared at my bedroom ceiling before finally falling asleep.
     The next day, when asked why mom was so tired, I recapped the story to my children. Apparently, my rendition of I've Been Working on the Railroad should have been brought to the comedy circuit because my kids asked to hear it over and over again.
     "Hey mom, sing it again. No not like that, with your funny voice and funny dancing."
     I come from a long line of goofy people. Like my mom says, "you don't get it from the wind." But even funny people need sleep.