WAKE-UP CALL

Naps.

I live for them. Due to my weird hours with work.

Every afternoon, Greg calls to make sure I'm up so I can get Griffin off the school bus.

Yesterday, the phone rang. I looked at my clock. 3:15 pm. Time for my wake-up call.

My 3-year-old was napping next to me, so I picked up the phone and whispered...

"I'm, awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake."

Greg didn't say anything.

Obviously, I didn't want to wake Hayden, so I whispered it again.

"I'm awaaaaaaaaaaaake."

Silence.

Then, an unfamiliar voice. "Hello?" It was a female.

I sat up in bed and tried to make sense of what was going on.

Who am I? What am I doing? Who am I talking to? You know, that feeling when you're awake, but not really.

I mumbled a quick apology and explained that I thought she was my husband. I'm sure her first thought was, "Fine, but you two have weird conversations." It was apparent that she thought some looney was on the other end of the line. Someone who answers phones in the same whispered tone of, "I see dead people."

She explained who she was, and I promised to pass on the message.

I told Greg about it and he laughed. Then he asked who called.

I couldn't remember.