The hubs and I work very hard to communicate with each other in a kind and loving way. We have several rules: attack the action but not the person, tone of voice matters and do the best to not exaggerate. (I really struggle with that last one, like a million times a day… and I just did it again.) We also have phrases that are off-limits when we talk to each other. One of these is “shut-up.” With that background, you can now understand the scandal of my conversation with my asleep hubs earlier this week.
I was sleeping and suddenly woke up when I felt the hubs start.
Me: Are you ok?
Hubs: Yes, it’s alright. I just can’t believe you did that again!
Me: Did what again?
Hubs: You told me to shut-up!
Me: I did not! When did I tell you to shut-up?
Hubs: Half an hour ago, you told me to shut-up, and now you’ve done it again!
Me (picking up my phone to look at the time): Look at the clock! Half an hour ago was 1:30 in the morning!
Hubs: Well, it’s just rude, that’s all.
Then he rolled back over and didn’t say anything else. And so I rolled over and giggled at the irony of him being told to shut-up in his dreams. I hope that his dreams are normally much friendlier.