The dh is lucky to be alive this morning, having kept me up the better part of the night. Forget the wink-wink-nudge-nudge.:( This started about 2:30 a.m. when he yells out “Hey.” Zoing. I sit straight up in bed, dazed and confused, but awake. He, on the other hand, is asleep.
No harm. I roll over, get comfy and am drifting back to la-la land when he belts out “Whazzup?” Play this scene again and in a few minutes he yells something else. Three times a charm. He got an elbow in the side.
“What? Whatsa matter?” he says.
“How about shut the hell up? You’re yelling in your sleep.” I admit to extreme grumpiness under these circumstances.
“Sorry.”
Not nearly as sorry as I am when he rolls in my direction, promptly falls back into the sleep of the dead and within minutes begins to snore in my ear.
By now I am awake and resentful and try deep breathing to relax myself back to sleep. But that snoring…. At this point, just the sound of him breathing is working my little sleep-deprived nerves. And then the talking and yelling started again. Imagine the grating noise of a bandsaw alternating with outbursts. I thought about a pillow. If I just held it over his face long enough for him to shut-up…. Instead, around 4:30 I opted for the couch.
I don’t know what was up with that yelling but he better figure it out before he climbs in bed tonight because I might not be so rational and generous again. I might just have to reach for that handy-dandy pillow beneath my head.:[
ROFLMAO, Jen. I can *so* see the look on your face while this is happening and now I can’t stop laughing. :p
Must have been something in the air last night because I couldn’t sleep either. I was up from 2-4, then finally dozed back off, only to be awakened to the Mexican Fiesta music that is my husband’s alarm clock. :s
Comment by Rhonda — April 19, 2006 @ 8:03 am
Jennifer, why use the pillow? Surely you’ve a hardcover or two nearby.
Comment by May — April 19, 2006 @ 8:51 am
funny :d
Comment by kim — April 19, 2006 @ 9:37 am
Bless your heart, I totally understand. My husband talks in his sleep at least once a week. You could do what my mom does to her dog. He’s mostly blind and scratches himself at night (in their bed) and wakes them up. She takes a rolled up newspaper, which she calls her “wrath of god” and pops him in the head lightly. He stops and looks around like hey.. what the crap was that.
Comment by madison — April 19, 2006 @ 10:04 am
I know how you feel, the past few weeks I haven’t been able to sleep. NO husband, but I think I might be going through menopause. I get hot & sweatty, just miserable. Maybe soon my body will even out and some deep snoozing can take place. If you want to put a smile on your face, listen to tracks 2, 4 & 8 of Toby Keith’s new cd - love it. (*)
Comment by Ginger — April 19, 2006 @ 10:48 am
My husband snores like a freight train, and then occasionally says work phrases in his sleep. Sheesh, he can’t leave the place even in his dreams.
I feel for ya!
Comment by Karen — April 19, 2006 @ 3:34 pm
LOL!
Rhonda I’m not sure I could take the Mexican fiesta early in the a.m.
I’ve definitely got some new ammo tonight between the hardcover and the rolled newspaper–thanks Madison and May. :p If he knows whats good for him….
Ginger, I love Toby so I’ll have to check out his new cd. Every time we pass his picture at the front of the Wal-Mart (yeah, we go a lot) I tell my daughter, “There’s my boyfriend.” She just rolls her eyes at me.
Karen, he swears it’s because he’s inundated at work right now. He’s just lucky no female names passed those lips. Then he’s getting the pillow, the hardcover, the rolled paper and a boot in his…yeah…you know. :d
Comment by Jennifer — April 19, 2006 @ 5:34 pm