Tonight as usual, we went to bed after midnight. My poor husband, he doesn't sleep well and works so hard so it worries me when we stay up so late. Tonight he didn't seem to have the usual up and down problems. After he takes his Ambien and if his Restless Leg Syndrome kicks in, he tends to wander through the house doing weird things. This keeps me up most nights. He either moves the bed so much I get sea sick or he's stumbling into things and waking me. Most nights are a good combination of both. Last night he tripped over the dog. Tonight we didn't have any of that nonsense.
Tonight, I took medicine, Melatonin. I made myself comfortable, took a pain pill and got in a power nap. It's the middle of the night and I took a nap instead of sleeping through the night which was my goal. Oh fun.
Instead, I'm listening to the running water of the fish tank filter. I do not find running water soothing. It makes me want to pee, all, the, time. I have enough distractions I do not need this one too. So I put in my earbuds and crank up the music. So my soundtrack at the moment is Hillbilly Bone by Blake Shelton and Trace Atkins. My connection got the hiccups though so I was hearing every other word. It's interesting to listen to music like this.
Oh, there has been a wandering husband sighting. He's grabbing a snack. The other night he made the rounds of the house under the influence, I had the hardest time being quiet when I started laughing. The normal routine is getting a snack. Going to take a shower. Using the bathroom. There could be a combination of all of them.
The other night, was a good combination. He got up to get a snack but in his head, his snack was gone from the fridge. He was imagining that because he did not open the refrigerator to even know. From standing in front of the refrigerator, remember he has not opened the appliance, he went to our youngest son's bedroom door. He stood there. To me it looked like he was waiting for him to unlock the door. In his head he's chewing the teen out for eating the missing snack. I figured he needed to take a shower. The only shower we have is in the Jack and Jill bathroom between the boys' bathrooms. If the youngest locks his door, no access is available. We do not dare use the other entrance. That room has a dangerous floor. It's a teenager's bedroom, we might step on a rogue piece of vital computer equipment.
Back to the hubster. His imaginary conversation with the youngest is over, he returns to the fridge. He opens the top and bottom then reaches into his underwear. At this point, I'm nervous. Will he confuse the crisper with the potty? Did he need an ice cube for a bug bite and is using the light from the lower part? Will he just drop trou right there and go about his Ambien induced wandering? He closes the doors and goes off to bed. In his head he is still looking for his snack. The teen had denied eating the ice cream. I ate it, two days before, right in front of my husband. Finally in his mind he had slammed the doors and stomped off complaining loudly. In reality he just went back to bed.
I love asking him about his midnight wanderings. He doesn't remember most of them. My favorite is the fear of his bathrobe induced by the medication. He would have to sleep with the covers over his head because of that monster near the bedroom door. He would mumble at it, then mumble at the covers. He would cover his head and mumble about being safe. He did this for weeks before he finally spoke up enough for me to understand.
The newest on was the blue light on the cable boxes. He noticed it in our older boy's room. Eddie was convinced that the light was an alien. The alien would talk to him too. Gerald, came to get me. "I need help with Daddy. He's talking to an alien in my room and I can't get him to leave." I brought the doped up father back to his bed. I also pointed out the blue light in our room. Confident that his blankets will protect him, he pulls the covers over his head and goes to sleep. We teased him for weeks.
Just now, he's buckling himself into his recliner because it's going to blast off to outer space. It's the show stopping cake shaped like a rocket from the latest season of Great British Baking Show. It's a lift chair so I think the up button will be pushed any second now. I guess not. Wait, his undies are missing. Sleeping doesn't compare to this.
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