...of night terrors and dreaming in the Densley household. You'll find yourself either being pulled into a foxhole on the front lines of the battlefield, or in the middle of a raging sword fight in the Medieval times, but whatever it is, Chris always feels a need to include me in these nightly adventures. On the other side of the room we have the mysterious cries for help and babbling conversations into the wee hours of the morning. All this along with multiple trips to the bathroom, urgent requests for a drink of water (rather loud, I might add), and leaky diapers contributing to wet sheets. It's at this point you ask yourself, when is a wife & mother ever suppose to sleep...when she visits Nana & Pa's house at the end of the month. I am looking forward to the break in mothering and catching some free time & sun camping on the lake.
Oddly enough, Chris just ventured from his Sunday nap in a panic asking "Is everything okay?" If only I could capture these moments on camera, I could post them for every ones enjoyment. Just the look on his face is enough to crack me up! It's a good thing I find myself chuckling in the middle of the night at my misfortune in the "good night's sleep" department or I might find myself in the cell next to Paris Hilton for my own physiological observation and analysis.
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It's actually Sunday, but whatever. I don't know why it says the wrong date? I'll have to check into that later.
That's hilarious! I know Meredith can relate to your pain since I am constantly talking or yelling or jumping up out of bed most nights... still asleep. That's awesome. I feel bad I keep Meredith up as I am sure Chris feels the same way!
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