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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Dreams
I just remembered something really hilarious.
You know how understated the lack of sleep that parenting brings about when you have a husband who talks and hand signals in his sleep...
He dozed off on the couch in the living room the other night, and I wanted to cover him with a blanket to keep him from the draft. The movement woke him up - actually it half-woke him.
"How many are there," he asked me.
"What how many?" I asked.
"Scrappers, how many are there on my body?"
"Huh? What scrappers?"
"Diathermy scrappers lah... you don't know meh?" and then he got up in a huff, walked himself to the kids' room and fell back to sleep.
He really didn't wanna know how many scrappers there were on his body... he just wanted to sleep.
I was laughing my head off the whole time. Wait till I tell you about the 'orchestra performance'!
You know how understated the lack of sleep that parenting brings about when you have a husband who talks and hand signals in his sleep...
He dozed off on the couch in the living room the other night, and I wanted to cover him with a blanket to keep him from the draft. The movement woke him up - actually it half-woke him.
"How many are there," he asked me.
"What how many?" I asked.
"Scrappers, how many are there on my body?"
"Huh? What scrappers?"
"Diathermy scrappers lah... you don't know meh?" and then he got up in a huff, walked himself to the kids' room and fell back to sleep.
He really didn't wanna know how many scrappers there were on his body... he just wanted to sleep.
I was laughing my head off the whole time. Wait till I tell you about the 'orchestra performance'!