We got to bed at a reasonable time last night, but my sleep was disturbed in the wee hours of darkness. Not by the baby demanding a sleep, who is actually still giving it big zzzz's in her carrycot at nearly 10am, but by my husband. And no, he wasn't attempting to get amorous, he was knocking the life out of his bedside cabinet. Literally.
Ok, few thoughts flash very quickly over your mind when you realise what's happening. They say you shouldn't wake someone who is dreaming, but he was at serious risk of breaking his knuckles here, or at least breaking the cabinet. And I was at serious danger of receiving a left hook if he turned on me instead. I wonder what he thought the cabinet had done? Anyway, I put my hand gently on his side and said his name, then curled into a ball in case any stray punches should come my way. He stopped flailing around and immediately started snoring. Good good. A few minutes later, he suddenly sat up and asked if he got the burglars. Wasn't quite sure what to say, so I didn't answer, and he muttered something about ignoring him and went back to sleep. I of course had a stomach clenching rush of adrenaline that follows a sudden wake-up, that must be allowed to subside before sleep returned. Thanks for that Lewie. Turns out he dreamt of noise outside the house which was immediately followed by a burglar appearing in the bedroom.
I spent the rest of the night dreaming of armageddon, where we were all waiting to die by asphyxiation as a large star collided with the earth. Proper meteor showers, rumbles, earthquakes, and 2 suns in the sky? And the telly signal had gone so we didn't even have that to pass the time. Well depressing. I don't know why I didn't think to at least switch on the wii if the power was still on.
Think we need to turn the heating down a bit.
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