Have I ever mentioned that my marvelous husband talks in his sleep? And walks, and pretty much acts out whatever he's dreaming about? Well, if I haven't, he does. And he did it again last night. Now, as these things go last night was pretty tame. He didn't try to move any furniture, or save me from any spiders/mice/bad guys, or anything like that. He didn't get up to look for the baby under the bed, or carry any pizza around on his pillow. So I really shouldn't complain. And I'm not, really. I'm just VERY tired, especially as my son is 11 months old and still gets up at least 3 times a night. And last night, when he wasn't up, my husband was. Just sitting on the end of the bed, getting ready to do...something. Who knows what, as half the time he doesn't remember any of his night activities. He woke me up a couple of times just to ask me what I wanted. Um. Nothing, I'm asleep. Then he woke me up because he was trying to clean the blinds, and would show me the mess in the morning.

Now. This all sounds funny to those that don't live through it. And it is funny to me too, almost always. What isn't funny is that this mostly happens when he is stressed. And I know that he is stressed right now, and he won't talk to me about it. And that makes me sad for him. He deserves not to be stressed. So... Honey, if you read this, take a deep breath and know that no matter what, we're all going to be okay. Because we're a family, and we've got each other, forever, and that is what really matters. The rest of the stuff is just life. And we're going to be fine!! (For anyone else reading this, nothing bad has happened, or is about to. It's just regular, life kind of stress.)

Nobody likes change. ;)