A couple of nights ago, I woke up and Tyler l was reaching his hands underneath me and the body pillow between us. I asked him what he was doing and he said he couldn’t find the remote. I told him we didn’t have a remote in the bed because there’s no TV in our room. He responded with “can you just just just just just just just just just just just just just just….. Okay?”

 

Side note: some days, when he falls asleep before I do, I’m tempted to shout out random things, just to see how he reacts. But then I remember that I’m nice, and I want to let him get as much sleep as possible, so I don’t do it. It is tempting though.

I got back into bed, Tyler starts this one-sided conversation:
“The flat one over here. The dark flat one.”
*Pointing over to the left side of the ceiling, over my head.*
“He wanted more spikes. So they can have more stake (or maybe steak?) powers.”
*Clenches his fists in to classic muscle guy pose*
“You know what I’m talking about, My Friend.”
*Points straight ahead of him.
“You know.”

😂😂😂

Oh my gosh. Best sleep talk adventure yet.
*Tyler jolts awake.*
T: everything OK?
M: yeah honey. Go back to sleep.
T: Well how do I do that?
M: just lay down and close your eyes.
T: but how do I lay it down, like just flat? Or one on top of the other?
M: yeah. Just lay down flat.
*Tyler lies down on his back and holds up his second pillow he usually hugs or puts between his knees.*
T: but what do I do with this?
M: What do you mean?
T: do I just put it on top of me? Or does it lay it on the side?
M: just lay it on your side honey. That should work.
T: OK.

Within about 15 seconds he rolled over and hugged his pillow and started snoring again. And I tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle my giggles as I put this on Facebook. I literally had to tell my sleeping husband how to go to sleep. 😂😂😂

T: Hobbes. Hobbes. No. No put it down. Megan. Stop him will you. He’s chewing on your bag.
(The dog is currently sleeping quietly in his kennel)

I sleep with my hair in a bun because I hate hair in my face when I’m sleeping. Tyler was asleep and just bumped the back of my head with his hand and this is what went down:

 

T: what? What what what what?
Me:*turns on light because that usually helps calm him down*
T: what just happened?
M: nothing honey.
T: no my hands touched something.
M: that was my hair sweetie.
T: no. It was bumpy and stringy.
M: yup. That was my bun
T: your hair is weird.
M: should I shave it?
T: Please don’t

Adventures with sleeping Tyler:

“From my understanding of reading about a *unintelligible*… such as this… Noooo [The Major]! No flowers!”

I’m not sure what exactly is happening in Tyler’s dreams tonight. He’s mumbling quite a bit, so I’m only getting a few words here and there. But I’m relatively sure he’s talking to a doctor about some kid getting vaccinations… And he just snapped his fingers at someone while I write this.

Conversation with Tyler when he was still half asleep this morning:
T: are you on some sort of fly fishing mailing list?
M: what?
T: are you on some sort of fly fishing mailing list?
M: no. Why would you ask me something like that?
T: … … … Maybe I sleep longer. It’s probably not safe for me to drive to work right now.

I’m pleased to report that he did finally get out of bed and he was fully coherent when he left the house this morning. And he arrived safely at work.

Tyler wakes up and grabs my wrist.
T: What?!? What?!? What?!? DUDE!!
M: What’s up honey? It’s just me. Everything is ok.
T: Ok………….. Why are these dumb kids here?
M: There are no dumb kids here.
T: Yeah they were. With their stupid Lego pieces.

Never a dull moment here. Stupid Lego pieces. 😃

And last night Tyler was training the dog (Hobbes) in his sleep. “No. No. No. Let’s try this again. Down… Stay!!”