Last night around 3am my husband started making some groaning sounds. I wanted to reach out to him and ask him if he was okay, ask him if he needed anything and ask him to SHUT THE FUCK UP because I was sleeping - but I couldn't because I was, well, asleep.
And then he got louder, and the noise turned into a cross between a whimper, a hoot and the sound my 3 year old makes when she's pretending she's a ghost.
And then I wanted to whack him because I was REALLY TRYING to still be asleep.
At some point I crossed over into NOT ASLEEP and realized what the hell was going on, so I LOVINGLY reached out and shook the living daylights out of him gently and said, "Honey, wake up. You're having a nightmare."
He startled. Then sighed. "Thanks." he said. "I was having a dream that I was being chased by rats."
"Uh huh." I nodded trying to fall asleep.
"I was actually LAUGHING." he said.
"That's what it sounded like." I said, skeptically.
"No really."
"Okay." I said, rolling away from him.
After a couple of minutes I said, over my shoulder, "And if you're lying there, unable to sleep, and thinking of reaching for me, you can just FORGET ABOUT IT because I am NOT AT ALL IMPRESSED with the way you handled those rats."
He just laughed.
A man who deals with bats and rats with killer efficiency :)
Posted by: Paxochka | September 23, 2010 at 08:12 AM
Haha! Maybe he was trying to scare them away?
Posted by: Jess@Straight Talk | September 23, 2010 at 10:37 AM
huh. I got nothin'.
Posted by: andygirl | September 23, 2010 at 03:12 PM
My girlfriends says I used to do that when I was teaching high school. 'Course I used to drink a lot in those days, too. So, I don't know whether it was the kids or the booze.
Posted by: Fred Miller | September 23, 2010 at 04:09 PM