Sleep Much?

Life has been pretty good lately. Work has gotten a bit better. The weather is phenomenial, 65 degrees on the last day of November to be exact and best of all... I discovered sleeping for 12 hours straight. I came home about a month ago and Kimball was home taking a nap, he earns those midday power naps though, the kid stays up til 2 or 3 in the morning just to be prepared for the next day of school. Anyways, I laid down next to him right when I got home from work around 6pm and although he woke up an hour or two later to study, I didn't wake up until the next morning at 6am when my alarm was going off. I woke up pretty disappointed that for 36 hours all I had known was work and sleep so I told Kimball we couldn't let that happen again.

It's happened at least once a week since that day. Including last night. One of the nights I woke up in the middle of it to Kimball laughing out loud and burying his knees in my back. I guess, in my sleep I had refused to move my legs/feet from Kimball's pillow and everytime he pushed me back to my side I'd kick right back onto his. And the best way he found was to knee me in the back as I was yelling, "Ouchy, ohhh ouchy, that really hurts. Stop it! Ouchy!" FYI ouchy is not a part of my daily vocabulary, just when Kimball touches me in my sleep.

I'm going to look fondly back on our years in dental school and think to myself how I caught up on 22 years of missed sleep. Kimball will be catching up on these 4 years of missed sleep for the rest of his life. :) He also likes to give me a recap of the nights that I turn into zombie Tess. This morning I woke up to this notecard:

K: Tess are you ready to get into bed?

T: No I'm telling a story.

K: Okay well are your toes cold?

T: No. Is your vagina cold?
Then you shot me with your finger-gun.

Ha. What a great way to start the day. Ps sorry I said the v word. In my defense, I was asleep.