One summer day I was trying my darnedest to sleep between my second and third night shifts and was doing quite well until I started hearing conversation. It was one of those days where it wasn't warm enough to have the AC on, but too warm to sleep with the window closed. I listened to the voices for a few minutes - and no, they weren't coming from inside my head - then figured out that my daughter and two of her friends were sitting on the front steps right next to the open window. They weren't talking loudly but my super-sensitve ears were able to make out the whole conversation. I got up and went to stand just inside the screen door. I didn't say anything, just stood there. After a couple of minutes one of the other girls must have felt my presence because she looked over her shoulder then said, "Holy crap. Is that your mom?" All three of them apologized profusely then vamoosed. It was never a problem again.
Bucky sells an eye mask called "40 blinks"... I'm not a nurse yet (just CNA) but these things block out most light and don't put pressure on your eyes. So great. I will definitely be using this mask when I'm in nursing school and beyond!
My kids are aware of the ONLY three conditions under which it is ok to wake up mom:
1) The house is on fire - visible flames approaching the bedroom
2) Someone has bled enough to fill the 4-cup measuring cup.
3) Helio Castroneves (the race car driver) is at the door.
Mr. Maryjean does not understand- despite 38 years of marriage and 36 years of his lovely wife working nights.
One day, around 11am- he comes in the bedroom, holding my cell phone. "There's someone on the phone for you. I don't know who it is or what they want, but I was wondering- do you want to talk to then or did you want to keep sleeping?"
Someday, he is going to become the 'late Mr. maryjean' I swear...
My kids don't know any different, as I have worked nights for as long as they remember. Their list of approved conditions under which they are allowed to wake me up is similar to meanmaryjean:
Cops at the door
House on fire
Bones sticking out
Blood pouring out of somewhere, and my 9yo's nosebleeds don't count bc he knows how to handle them.
Fortunately my husband is protective of my sleep as well. It took a while for him to 'get it' but he did eventually. Now he disables the doorbell when I start my work week.
Windows blacked out, fans cranked all the way up, eyes covered, ears plugged, room like the North Pole, sleep aid of choice on board, and I'm good to go. Usually don't have much trouble sleeping.
I was working one night when right around 2am my co-worker nonchalantly picks up the phone and I hear this:
"Hi baby, how are you? uh huh, . . . oh, were you sleeping? Well, I was just wanting to call and discuss with you that when I'm working and you call me at 2pm it's kind of like me calling you right now at 2am. uh huh, . . . well, I love you and I'll see you in the morning!"
Thank all that is holy; my husband also works nights so we understand each other's need to stay asleep until we are ready to get up.
My cell phone is on silent and if it's a true emergency, call the police, if they feel it's that important, they'll bang on my door (it's happened).