OK … first of all, how weird a word is “unconscious”? When I typed it, I thought “Huh, that looks odd. I’m not sure that is spelled right. It seems like an odd grouping of letters.” But, I assure you, it is correct. Google and the spell-checker say so.
ANYWAY, the real purpose of this post is to tell you about something that happened last night that made me feel loving toward Mr. Jenners. Here is what happened.
It was about 10:30 p.m., and Mr. Jenners was falling asleep watching TV. (I, as is my usual Friday night custom, was blogging merrily away. Yeah … we’re losers like that.) At one point, Mr. Jenners stood up and said “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” “OK,” I said, “I won’t be too much longer. Love you. Good night.” He lumbered upstairs and into la-la land.
About 11:15, I decided I was done for the night and decided to go upstairs. As the last one downstairs, it fell to me to turn on the alarm system. (Yes … we have an alarm system. It came with the house. And, being paranoid, Mr. Jenners decided we would keep it and use it.) The annoying thing about the system is that it makes a series of beeps until it activates—about 45 seconds. At night, in the dark, this seems like an eternity. It also seems very very loud.
So the alarm was in the middle of making all its noise and I was at the top of the steps, when Mr. Jenners bursts out of the bedroom and starts heading down the stairs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, grabbing him by the arm. “What are you doing?”
It was obvious that he was still mostly asleep. “Alarm. Going off. Must check out,” he mumbled.
“No, no, no, sweetie. That was me setting the alarm. Everything is OK. The alarm isn’t going off,” I reassured him—dragging him from the top of the stairs before he fell (or set off the alarm for real).
He let me lead him back to bed like a little child. I tucked him in and kissed him. “Everything is OK,” I soothed. “Go to sleep. Everything is OK.”
As he fell back asleep, it struck me how adorable and heroic his actions had been. His first instinct upon hearing an alarm was to go downstairs to check it out—despite the fact that he was almost fast asleep and would have been pretty much useless had something real been going on. In fact, I’m pretty sure if we had experienced a home invasion, Mr. Jenners’s only chance at stopping it would have been to tumble down the stairs and knock the intruder down and then fall asleep and not let them up. But it charmed me … he was ready to protect us … perhaps even more so than if he had been awake enough to think about it.
So thank you, Mr. Jenners. You’re my hero … even if you didn’t really know what you were doing.
P.S. As I was just sitting here finishing this post, Mr. Jenners sneezed and said “Owwwwww.” “What?” I asked. (I mean, seriously, who gets hurt when they sneeze?) He said “I sneezed funny and hurt my head.” Hmmmmmm. A man who gets hurt when he sneezes. Maybe not quite the hero I thought he was … at least until he goes to sleep tonight.