Friday, January 11, 2013

Squeaky Wheels

It was dead, dark middle of the cold winter night when I heard it. At first I thought it was the screeching of metal. Maybe a horrendous car accident had taken place on the street outside my bedroom window, but then no, there it went again.

SCREEeeecccchhhhhh. Followed by Screech Scratch Screech Scratch Screech Scratch. A cross between a yip-yappy dog and nails on a chalkboard.

I got up to investigate.

The sound was coming from Child #2's bedroom. His door was open and from inside his room came the death knells of a hamster wheel. Even though the hamster cage sits on Child #2's nightstand, right beside his head, he was sound asleep, like a little cherub.

I, on the other hand, was not feeling so cherubic.

The hamster stopped running long enough to go to the cage door to great his favorite midnight treat giver. "It's not happening tonight, Ninjy," I said and glared at him and his squeaky wheel.
Almost like he understood me, he hopped back on and the noise that had pulled me out into the dark and cold started up again.

I kneeled down, eye-to-eye with the hamster. Actually his eyes were open wider than mine, and tried to readjust his wheel. He looked at me, kind of like a puppy holding a leash and when I was finished he hopped back on.

For two blissful seconds the wheel was quiet and then the noise started again. I re-readjusted and this time it ran smoothly right up until I got back into bed.

I made another cold, dark trip down the hall to my son's room and hissed, "You're finished with wheel time, Ninjy!" The instrument of my torture was disconnected and I went back to bed where I cuddled up under the covers and worried the wheel would somehow topple over on poor Ninjy. I could envision the tears and recriminations when my son awoke to a crippled hamster.

On my last trip down the hallway it dawned on me. Squeaky wheel gets the grease. This is what it means. Literally.

Last night I made a point of reminding my husband to grease Ninjy's wheel with vegetable oil. We all slept peacefully. And by we, I mean me,because everyone else in my house sleeps like hibernating bears.

Which brings me to my Friday question. What kind of wheels are squeaking for you this January? I hope they aren't as literal as mine.

21 comments:

Alison DeLuca said...

what wheels are squeaking ... let me see... Kid gets to eat her waffles on the couch because she complains so much about getting up in the morning ... *eyes the crumbs*

Great post, Johanna!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Ninjy would've found his cage at the far end of the house.
Will have to think about my own squeaky wheels.

Connie J Jasperson said...

I SO remember those days! Someday you will find you actually miss the bother that caged rodents bring into a home - At least I did. But them we moved on to Fish - we weren't very good at keeping them alive. They frequently 'swam on the backs'.

Shell Flower said...

LOL. "Not tonight Ninjy" that really cracked me up. My job involves many squeaky wheels as I deal with complaints in writing. They may or may not get the grease, but I do what I can.

jenny milchman said...

It's the little details you just wouldn't know till you live with something. I see a hamster in a future story...

Julie Flanders said...

This post made me laugh out loud. Although I'm sorry your sleep was disrupted! But the pic of the smiling hamster is just classic. :D

Have a great weekend, Johanna!

JDarrollHall said...

I can so relate to this Johanna! Well done, and gave me a big smile...

Hart Johnson said...

Oi! The diet is absorbing ALL my tension and energy... and a recovering hubby... and a misbehaving son... for once my daughter is actually being helpful, so that's nice... but there are 3 full time attention sucks going on as I try to prep for ABNA. I'm insane.

Morgan said...

Love it, Johanna! And for me? Gah. Feels like all wheels are squeaking in my life! :D

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

And Johanna, I answered your question from Mary's site in my post today. It will make you laugh.

Jenny S. Morris said...

My house is the squeaky wheel. It needs so much attention. I'm the light sleeper in my family too.

Johanna Garth said...

Alison, at least the crumbs will vacuum up!

Alex, I considered it and headed over to read your answer now.

Connie, we've had fish who swim at the top too.

Shell, so happy I made you LOL :)

Jenny, that's probably a safe bet.

Thanks JD!

Julie, smiling hamsters seem to be the norm around here.

Hart, that's a LOT of wheel squeaking. As always, I'm impressed by how much you manage to get done.

Morgan, I can relate!

Jenny, I think it's a mom thing.

Chuck said...

Johanna, I have to fess up that my squeaky wheel is to be a more productive person. I let others distract and manipulate my time. "Nice No" is going to come more often in 2013.

Carol Kilgore said...

Ninjy has a good mommy :)
After this week, I think all my wheels are squeaky. The one that's squeaking loudest is the one that reminds me of my top goal of the gear - log more writing time.

Stephen Tremp said...

That's about the darndest cutest little varmit I've seen in a while!

My squeeky wheel? Lots of little projects around the house that together will prove to be pretty darn expensive.

Mark Koopmans said...

I'm still laughing that the first thing I thought about was that you named the Hampster after our no-hyperlink-needed Alex:)

No pets here yet, although No. 1 Son (5) has an empty mini-aquarium and wants to know when we can go to Petco :)

L. Diane Wolfe said...

That's the sort of thing that would drive me NUTS all night!

erica and christy said...

Ha, yes - I've been known to spray the wheel with Pam during the middle-of-the-night or two in my day!
erica

Michael Di Gesu said...

With me... constant battles with time... I never seem to have enough to do what i NEED and WANT to do....

Misha Gericke said...

Hahahaha I guess I'm lucky so far.

No squeaky wheels. :-)

Stina Lindenblatt said...

I had a hamster was a teen with a squeaking metal wheel. Oddly enough, I got used to the sound in my room when I slept at night.

No squeaky wheels this January that I can think of. :)