Almost bedtime! My last night out of 4 magical nights without the husband. Don't get me wrong - I adore the snot outta him. I miss him like a crazy person, I really do. But... I have this really bad habit of flopping around the bed in my sleep. No joke, aside from all the times I've kicked him - once I actually punched him in the face. I'm a TERRIBLE sleeper. Y'all should seriously pity him. I found a nice internets picture to illustrate:
The thing is, I have NO recollection of the nutty things I do at night, but since he's actually getting physically and verbally attacked, apparently he does.
One of my earliest memories is being told by my aunt how I'd kicked her like a donkey all night long and her legs were black and blue. Conscious me is a very conscientious person! But apparently subconscious me wants to hurt people? The first night he was gone the thrill of all that open space went to my head and I woke up every hour literally kicking myself. I've worked through the kinks and have resumed pre-2005 sleeping habits.
So I'm thrilled he's coming home tomorrow - like, over the moon happy. But we should all have a small prayer in our hearts for the poor husband Friday morning. Because as much as I adore him, I'm probably going to kick him in the shins.*
* this is not an admission of guilt. this is just being realistic. Poor guy.