I’m both amazed and concerned that Eric sleeps like a log. The forest could be burning down around him and this dear log of mine would sleep right through it! Sometimes he goes to bed before me, but still manages to summon enough consciousness to say “goodnight” and “i love you” when I join him… sweet, right? I thought so, until I started realizing that in the morning, he has absolutely no recollection of what he said to me the night before. Which made me wonder… does he even know who I am at night? If Winnie the Pooh jumped into bed with him, would he know? Would he profess his love?
Last night… true story, E was very emphatic…
J: Hi dear! Do you know who I am?
E: Charlie Brown!
J: Really? Charlie Brown?
E: Yes! Charlie Brown!
J: Do you love me?
E: Yes!
J: I want to be one that plays piano instead. (Linus) Do you know what his name is?
E: Beethoven!
J: Then who are you?
E: A husband that loves his wife!
I stopped shortly after that because I thought surely he was aware at that point. But you guessed it… in the morning… zero recollection. Amazed and concerned… forest burning down… steadfast log… yikes.
On the other hand, I’ve been quite restless in my sleep these days and having wild dreams. Earlier this week, I fell asleep with a bag of frozen corn on my foot because of some pain from running (fully deserved, having not run for a month)… and that night, I dreamt that my cousin had covered my foot with stickers and I spent the whole night picking them off. Another night, I woke up wanting to adopt a child and eagerly wanting to discuss the matter with Eric. What does this mean? And why oh why can’t I sleep like Eric!