The One with the Sleep Walking

My husband was kind enough to force me to sleep in this morning.

He was waking up at 5:45 for breakfast with Ben.

I really didn't want to wake up then.

He told me to just sleep.

And not to be mad at myself for being "lazy" when I woke up after 7.

"Ok," I said drowsily.

When I got up at 7:15 I poked my head out from behind the curtains.

I was astonished at the dense fog.

Immediately I was worried about Kevin having to drive with such limited visibility.

I walked into the den with my cup of green tea and I opened the curtains.

There was no fog in sight.

I was perplexed.

What in the world?

But then my brain kicked on.

The "fog" I had seen in the bedroom window was apparently fogged/steamed windows.

From the warmth of my body heat reacting with the frozen temperatures outside.

I laughed at myself.

Another confession.

Last night after we watched yet another recorded episode of Criminal Minds

(our favorite show of all time)

I was suddenly very sleepy.

But we decided to watch How I Met Your Mother before bed.

It's always better for me if I end with a "happy note."

Not a murderous memory.

I have nightmares.

But that's another story.

So we watched this great sitcom.

And I somehow managed to fall asleep.

I can't stay awake for 22 minutes while being entertained?!

How oooold am I??

When I turned off the tv, I said, "I'm not sure if I can get up. I'm so tired...."

And that was that.

I was out.

Like a light.

Sitting straight up.

With my mouth gaping open.

Just begging that first drop of saliva to escape.

(Yes. I drool. Yes. It's disgusting. Again, how old am I??)

Fifteen minutes later I was awoken by the deafening silence as Kevin's fingers ceased their keyboard stroking.

I walked straight to bed.

What a zombie.