Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Think He Thinks I'm Crazy?

So last night, I was falling asleep in the living room and decided to move into the bed; Husbandguy stayed up watching TV. After about ten minutes, I got up again and moved the baby monitor out of our room into the living room because somehow it was magnifying the sound of the neighbor's barking dog. At some point after that (ten minutes? twenty? five? dunno), I got up again and followed the swarm of black, fly-size bugs to the door of our room; there must have been a couple dozen of them. Then I opened the bedroom door and stood in the doorway where Husbandguy could see me. And he said, "What?" And I said something - not sure what - probably about the bugs - and stood there some more. Eventually I just went back to bed. I'm pretty sure now that there weren't really any bugs because DH would have noticed them if there were and he didn't seem to. He was sure calm if he did!

He's not unused to me walking around half-awake talking about things that only I can see, like slugs on the baby swing or Rolie Polie Olie on the windowsill or that time I had us both out of bed because I was sure there was a frog coming out of a box on my pillow. But what does he think of it? That's what I want to know...

1 comment:

Princess Sparkle Pants said...

You are so whacky! This cracks me up. Husband asked me this morning, "so, do you remember waking me up to tell me that I have bad breath?". Um, no, I don't, actually. "Well, you did. I told you to suck it up and roll over if it troubled you so much". I think it is pretty funny that I am a hag in my sleep.

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