Last night was our first night back in our own beds, after an extended weekend stay at the comfort of my parents' home in Stratford.
And what a weekend it was... We were kept delightfully busy, gorging on good theatre, great food, and wonderful company. A thoroughly enjoyable, exhausting time was had by all.
After the long, raucous two-hour drive home yesterday, the children, their father and I were all in need of a good night's sleep.
And everyone slept. Everyone except me, that is.
For my husband is what you could call a "restless sleeper". Actually, he isn't just a restless sleeper, he is an active dreamer. He dreams about anything and everything... he talks and laughs and sometimes even shouts in his sleep. And when at last, he wakes up, refreshed and ready to start his day, he remembers absolutely none of it.
I, his bed-fellow, on the other hand...
Well, suffice it to say, I don't sleep much. And when I do, it's usually with earplugs.
Last night was not a good night for me. Because the dreams were busy ones, and it quickly became apparent at about 4am, that if I didn't wake my husband from his fascinating slumber, I wouldn't be getting ANY sleep myself.
Me: (reaching over and patting him on the shoulder) Honey, wake up. You're dreaming again.
Him: (eyes closed, with a big, goofy grin on his face) Haaaarrrruuummmppppggggppphhhh...
Me: (Shaking him by the arm a little) Wake up!! You're dreaming!! Turn over!! TURN OVER!!
Him: (suddenly sitting bolt upright) HUH??! Whazzat??! TIM HORTONS??!!!!
Me: (in utter disbelief) Are you KIDDING ME? All that happy dreaming stuff, and what you're actually dreaming about is DONUTS??
Him: (shaking his head) Why the heck did you wake me up, anyway??!
It must be a middle-aged-Canadian-male thing. I simply cannot believe that Tim Hortons Donuts has taken over my husband's nocturnal subconscious obsessions...
On a positive note, I suppose I could be grateful that it does not appear I have any competition in the form of pneumatic, bodacious Hollywood starlets as the subject of my husband's dreams...
At the moment, I'm still "safe".
Let's just hope that little red-haired chick from Wendy's Hamburger advertisements doesn't make an appearance on the scene any time soon...