Let me just say: Monday night gave me the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a LOONNNG time. I mean, wow.
I started a new session of Huntsville Bootcamp, which was part of it. Getting to a bootcamp session at 5:30 in the morning? Will tucker your ass out pretty quickly. And I’m trying to go primal, so I hit a pretty hard slump around 3:00.
Later that evening, after I’d made pad thai (I know, not exactly primal, but family meals come with baby steps), Tony and I climbed up into my bed to watch tv. Must’ve been about 6:45 or so, as we were winding down for his bedtime routine. He doesn’t stay anywhere long, so I was BLOWN AWAY when I woke up at 9:15. Lord knows I hadn’t been woken up by Tony getting down, and the baby LET me sleep, as did his daddy, and MAN. I woke up feeling .. I don’t know, like I’d slept? For the first time in months?
I stayed up long enough to watch RHoNJ (click the link for the recap at MamaPop) and then we were back in bed and asleep by 11:00. Usually, I wake up around 1:00 or 2:00 with a ZING!, just a little fleeting JOLT that gets my mind running and suddenly it’s 4 am and I’ve got to get up in an hour. Instead, I slept SOUNDLY through the night. And on into the morning. I literally didn’t even flutter my eyes until 10 a.m.
I wandered around till noon or so, groggy-headed and amazed. I hadn’t slept that well in .. jeezum crow, like, forever? I literally felt like I had been drugged. Like I had been given serious pain meds. Something.
That Bootcamp is really something, I thought.
Later, Bryan told me that he’d had awful dreams and didn’t sleep well at all. “I’m amazed,” I said, “I slept like the dead.”
He just kind of looked away and said, “Yeah, you were definitely out.” Usually this means I was drooling and snoring, so I didn’t pursue it much further.
I asked as we were sitting down to dinner what his dreams were about. “Oh, God, they were awful!” he said, shaking his head. “You and I were having this heated argument, and you walked away from me and then fell headfirst down a staircase. And you were crumpled up at the landing and all I could think was Hm, that’s not like her to do that. And then I woke up and was just sweating and palpitating from it. I tried to cuddle with you, but it was dark, so we bumped heads or something.”
I (naively) focused on the dream, and we laughed about how I’d either have thrown myself down the stairs in anger or been a total klutz and fallen on my own feet. Ha. But I slept so well. Whatevs.
So later last night, as we were having pillow talk, Bryan apologized. “For what?” I asked.
“For hitting you so hard last night. You had to have been sore today.”
Say what now?
“You know. When I tried to cuddle with you. I headbutted your nose pretty hard. It kind of hurt my head.”
Oh. So THAT’S why I slept so well.
I was suffering from a mild, BAD DREAM INDUCED, concussion.
Or maybe he gave you a Rufie!
Hey whatever works!
.-= samantha jo campen´s last blog ..My childs injuries- the week in review =-.
True passion always exposes you to the risk of injuring your head or your heart.
Most people think that’s only metaphorically true. Thanks for proving otherwise.
“Jeezum crow!” I love it! That’s pure Vermonter lingo there.
LOL! That is too funny. I exercise every evening and it helps me sleep. Normally it is around 6 or 7 hours….that is my max.
AHA HA HA HAH AHAHA! And that’s not just the whipped-cream-flavored vodka talking!