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.