So, y'all know that I do some really wacky stuff in my sleep when I'm under stress. The past few days have been no exception. My poor husband has spent his precious sleeping time calming me down, tracking me down or sometimes just watching the entertainment.

I've been particularly active and loud the past two nights. BJ said that sometimes he just watches me and thinks, "is she awake? she has to be awake... no, she's asleep". Especially when I'm doing this:


I photoshopped my face in, just to crack myself up- but this truly is the pose I do in my sleep most of the night. Have I mentioned how sore my elbows are lately?

If I'm not 'watching pretend tv', I'm sitting straight up in the middle of the bed. Or, I'm using my mini laptop. BJ said that on Friday night, he woke up to find me staring at the start page (the desktop) on my computer. When he asked me if I wanted to turn it off, I told him that I didn't know how.

Last night, BJ found me downstairs "watching" some religious programming. I don't remember a bit of this. Gee, I hope I didn't call and donate a bunch of money.

It's always kind of interesting to hear from BJ the stuff I was doing the night before. If he were a mean guy, he could really mess with my mind and tell me I'm doing some really outrageous stuff. "Honey, you made a mess and didn't clean it up" (ha! I'd be so on to him because I'd NEVER do that!)

I hope that once this week is over and all of the "what's going to happen" questions are answered, all of this nocturnal stuff will stop. I'm pooped and BJ is pooped.