Last night went something like this:
Get home around 10pm-Matt’s grumpy. He’s been sleeping for the last two hours because he only got three hours of sleep the night before. He wants to just go to bed, but first I have to cradle him like a 3 year old.
Me: “You want to just go to bed?”
Matt: “humph.”
Me: “What?”
Matt: “YES. I have to take a shower...”
Me: “Ok, well I will lock everything up and you just worry about going to bed.” I even massaged his back.
5 Am. I realized I have been rustled awake by 185 pounds of meat that sleeps next to me. GEEZ. He’s restless so I ask him what’s wrong. He says he can’t sleep. Oh, great. That’s awesome because now I can’t sleep. I toss and turn for an hour. The next thing I realize is my alarm going off around 7am. I’m grumpy. I've had weird dreams.
Me: “So you couldn’t sleep last night, huh? I’m so tired...”
Matt: “No, I guess not. Did I bother you?”
Me: “Uh, you don’t remember the conversation?”
Matt: “No. Huh. Sorry. I feel great. I’m running on all systems now.”
Must be nice to be so unaware.
1 comment:
this sounds familiar to me. kirklan talks in his sleep, so i talk back - but he never remembers in the morning.
both of my kids sleepwalk too- and talk while they are sleep walking, and they never remember ;)
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