16 January 2008
What Dreams May (or may not) Come
Getting quality sleep cannot be overrated. The importance of good sleep sinks in for me every time I reach the later stages of pregnancy and have to interrupt my dreams or peaceful slumber with bathroom breaks more frequently than masculinely conceivable.
And speaking of the masculine mind, I am married to Mr. Crazy-when-asleep. There are many, many things I love about my dear husband. However, he has this quirky ability to carry on a totally irrational conversation in his sleep and sound perfectly serious and earnest. It's enough to make one question her sanity.
Last night we both slept fitfully due to the wind, which was causing us to worry that our giant pine tree in the front yard would blow over on our precious small daughter's room. So in the middle of the night (3:30 a.m. ish, to be precise) Alex pipes up, "Can you see that, honey?"
"See what, dear?"
"It's totally dark in here. I can't see anything."
At this point I am beginning to suspect...
"Are you asleep?"
"No. Look, there's mud. It's right there."
"It's dark in here. I guess you'll have to show me in the morning."
"On the mattress."
"Well, how did it get there?" (thinking maybe using the logical part of his brain will wake him up)
"Probably from us."
Yes, naturally. I step on the bed with my muddy shoes all the time. I guess it's time to wash the sheets if the mud is starting to wake him up, poor thing.
"I'm pretty sure you're asleep, hon."
"No. I'm serious."
"I need to go to the bathroom."
He turns on his mag flash light, causing me to wonder if he really is awake and I should turn on the light and change the muddy sheets, or if he is just considerate even when he is talking in his sleep.
When I returned, he was still convinced of the mud's presence, though apparently it didn't deter him from going back to sleep on the muddy mattress. Frankly, I was so tired that I didn't mind the mud either and soon drifted back to dreams of this really cool vintage red and white Toyota something-or-other.