As I mentioned earlier, we have experienced several, no, probably more like hundreds, of funnies within the last 3 weeks and 4 days. And ninety-nine point nine percent of them have happened in the middle of the night. I mentioned that a few days ago I woke up in the middle of the night clawing my way over Steve, hysterically gasping something about "grab him! get Graeme! he's falling off the bed!"
..........and all the while Graeme was happily sleeping in his crib.
And my husband was gleefully chuckling at me because I, for once, instead of him, had completely woken up speaking nonsense! Oh, Steve was a happy man! But a sweet, happy man. . . he had to settle me down and console me for a few minutes after that one. Now I understand the "realness" of what Steve goes through when he has similar experiences.
One of my recent favorites was waking up in the middle of the night to the sight of my husband rummaging through some blankets on the floor, frantically asking me "where is he? where is he?" The next thing I knew, my husband was cuddling the hot water bottle up to his face, quietly telling the HOT WATER BOTTLE that "everything was okay".
No, it was not.
But Graeme sure was! He was happily asleep in his crib.
I have to say, all of these incidents sure give Steve and I plenty to talk and laugh about...........................