The poor hubs has been fighting off the sniffles this week. I do not like it when he is sick, although he has a very good attitude about it. (And, he’s not too much of a hypochondriac. I tend to lean toward being a hypochondriac myself. In fact, this morning I was making my toast for breakfast when all of the sudden I couldn’t see out of my right eye. I immediately thought of the worst thing it could be: I was obviously having a stroke. I started freaking out before I realized that when I was adjusting my glasses I had smeared peanut butter all over the lens…)
However, the hubs has been taking night time cold medicine every night. Although he has been sleeping like a log, he has not talked at all the whole week. Cold medicine is kryptonite to his sleep talking power.
Not to fret, though. I have plenty of previous sleep talking stories to share.
Several months ago I was up late sitting in bed doing some lesson prepping for teaching the next day. Suddenly, the hubs sat up and turned to me.
Hubs (speaking enthusiastically) – You’re important!
Me – Umm, are you asleep?
Hubs – You’re important… how nice.
(throws his arm around my neck)
Hubs (in a sing-song, high pitch) – Well, hi!
Me – I really think you’re still asleep.
Hubs (lies back down quietly) – OK, well you go to sleep now.
I am so thankful that I am important to the hubs, even when he is asleep.