My husband often sleep talks. It's usually hilarious. It's so funny that I keep a notebook on my night table to write down what he says. Once he said "if you sing while you eat, I'll give you all the money you need." I can't even type that without laughing. I have no idea what that means and he can't explain it either.
Last night he jumped out of bed and pulled the cord on the ceiling fan- which was not on as it is winter. I asked him what he was doing and this is what I wrote down from last night (he's C, I'm K):
C- I don't want the stuff to get on Kaylee
K- What stuff? Who's Kaylee?
C- The stuff from the attic is blowing
K- No it isn't. Who's Kaylee? (we don't have an attic, only a crawl space and there isn't a hatch to get into it)
C- Kaylee, you know
K- Who's Kaylee, is she from work?
C- No, she was here the other day
K- nobody was here the other day
C- The little girl from work
K- Your work? There are no kids there
C- Nevermind
And he lays back down and goes to sleep.
I asked him about it the next morning. He said he had a dream that the insulation was coming out of the crawl space and the ceiling fan was blowing it around. I asked him about Kaylee, but he didn't remember that part. We don't know any Kaylee's and there are no kids where he works, its a secure building- even I can't go in to the office. I wonder where he got that name, it wasn't on our short list! I guess kids/ the adoption were on his mind last night when he went to bed. :-)
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