Welp, here goes nothin!

I go in for my fancy pants sleep study tonight!  Woohoo!

...not really.  I'm not excited about anything except for sleeping in a Tempurpedic bed which is completely understandable because I get to be hooked up to a bunch of crap and have to ask for permission to pee and I get to be on camera all night long being watched while I sleep.  It's like 50 Shades Of Gray and Twilight  without all the good stuff.  I mean...ahem...cough cough, I did not read any of all of those books.  Oh my!

Anyways, hopefully the husband can get some sleep tonight. He's been such a trooper in talking me down when I'm being all sleep crazy.  For instance, this morning, I woke up on his side of the bed.  I never sleep on his side of the bed, that's why it's his.  When I inquired about it, he said "I dunno, you woke me up and orchestrated this whole big move where you rolled over me and I rolled underneath you because you wanted to sleep on my side of the bed.   You never do that, in fact, you haven't slept on my side since we left Pensacola."

Then I was all  "What was my reasoning?" and "Whew, well at least I wasn't sleepwalking/talking."

"Nope, you pretty much did that too.  You didn't have any reasoning, just insisting to sleep on my side.  Then you got out of bed and was looking around the nightstand for the light and the door saying that 'We are stuck.'  I kept telling you the light is on the fan where it always is."

That's when I came to and crawled back into bed I think.  I really am curious what goes on in my brain at night.  Hopefully this will give me some answers maybe?  At any rate, at least that rockstar husband of mine can sleep without being assaulted in his slumbers.  He really is a trooper and I should be more understanding when he snores once every two weeks.  I'm crazy all of the time and he still puts up with it.

If you're even the least bit curious about this whole thing, you can check back tomorrow and I'll have pictures and junk.

Xoxo
Riley Writes.