Eventful

The night before last we awoke in the dark of night to a wind storm that had our trees (that are in desperate need of trimming) thrashing the side of the house and rubbing an annoying squeaky sound on the windows. 

It was bad enough that we had to trim some branches through the window just to get a little peace.  Ironically the landscapers (who never understand us, and vice versa) were supposed to have trimmed this past weekend, but did not.  UGH.  Anyway, my dear hubs made a comment last night that maybe we should move those clippers out of his reach before he goes to bed. 

Why, you might ask?  He is a sleep talker and walker.  You never know from one night to the next what he may decide to act out in his sleep.  Once, many years ago, he was trying to teach me to drive a stick shift in his sleep...he was clearly irritated with my lack of understanding and was acting out how to do what seemed so logical to him in his sleep.  It was a funny moment when he woke up realizing what was going on.  His mother once caught him walking down the road in his underwear, as he was "going to their house".  Fun is an understatement. 

Last night was not as exciting as some have been in the past, but, I am certain it was likely a very good idea to move the clippers back to their rightful home before we turned in for the night. 

I went to bed with a headache, so I wasn't sleeping very well.  At 2 am the headache was so bad it woke me from my sleep.  So I just laid there, wide awake, debating if I should brave the cold room and get something to help ease the throbbing going on behind my eyes.  Motivation is lacking at 2 am...but I finally dragged myself out of the warm bed and got something to help me out.  Still unable to sleep, I listened to the breathing and strange sounds coming from the other side of the bed.  It was clear he was dreaming, about what, I never know...it usually doesn't make any sense.  Finally he starts talking, at first I couldn't make out what he was saying, then came this:  "Lawn chair rockets on the Lake"  and a goofy laugh followed with more mumbo jumbo that was difficult to make out and then more laughing.  He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and then got back in bed, all this and he was still sleeping. 

He sure keeps life interesting. 

Finally the headache was subsiding, so I rolled to my back, at the same time he rolled to his side, nose pressed to my ear and started snoring....Lovely! 

We topped off the morning to him waking me up by sticking his finger in my eye.  OUCH! 

I never know what type of one man show he will entertain with from one night to the next...

Woke up with that pesky headache.  Sometimes there is no rest for the weary.