WHY oh WHY did my eyes fly open at 3am and refuse to close again?
I need all the sleep I can get.
It was as if all the forces in the universe converged at that moment in my bedroom to screw with me.
1. 3am. I wake up to my husband rolling over and taking blankets with him, leaving my butt exposed to the cold air. So I pull some of the covers back, taking too much blanket and immediately feel hot.
2. I start hearing "things" in the room. I SWEAR I heard krinkling paper, like something was crawling on plastic. I immediately think of blood sucking spiders and the giant big bad voodoo daddy of spiders from Arachnophobia. I hear crinkle crinkle crinkle...then I PROMISE I heard something fall or jump or something. I yelled "What was that?" Poor Charles "huhhhhmppppphhhhhh". WHAT WAS THAT! He said "What? I explained what was going on and said "Turn on the light!" so he did and asked :What am I looking for?" Of course nothing was found. Just my over active imagination playing tricks on me again...or it is my insect arch enemy come back to haunt me from his watery cock-roachy grave.(We get these Palmetto Bugs, which are basically cockroaches. With winter coming they are looking for a way in and with a dog who likes to open doors by himself and leave them open sometimes we get some that sneak in.)(heebie jeebies)