Jason had been wanting to watch Harry Potter for the last couple days, but since I am not a fan of those movies we have not watched it. He took my being sick as a good opportunity to watch the show while I slept next to him on the couch.
Even in my deepest sleep (which is never really that deep) I've always been very in tune to what is going on around me. As I slept these are the memories I captured:
I noticed that Jason seemed to be getting up and down from the couch a lot. I heard him put the dogs out, heat up and eat Mac n Cheese, pour a drink for himself, and bring the dogs back in. A little while later I heard the crinkling of what my mind was perceiving to be Emma's little bag of forbidden (to daddy) fruit snacks. I sat up out of my sleep and saw Jason hunkering over the snack drawer trying to quietly stuff fruit snacks in his mouth. I said, "Get out of Emma's fruit snacks." And Jason shot a look at me like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. He started laughing at himself and admitted that he knew I would hear him. He said, "If I knew you were really going to catch me eating the fruit snacks, I wouldn't have stuffed four in my mouth at the same time."
After the fruit snack incident, Jason started rambling off everything he had done while I was sleeping, and though I had already known everything he had done from hearing it in my sleep, it was more fun listening to him tell it. After a couple hours of being alone his "bachelor" survival sensors had strengthened. As he re-played his afternoon I couldn't help but wonder how he managed a bachelors life. I was reassured as Jason was making dinner for himself. He came into the living room with a bologna sandwich made out of a tortilla. We had very little food options in the house, but Jason was not opposed to trying new things like his bologna wrap, grilled mac n cheese sandwiches and even cereal with water (college days). We laughed about the afternoon for a while and tried to watch more of Harry Potter when I realized I just could not get comfortable on the couch anymore. I went to the bed where my stomach was getting more and more upset. I short while later we realized I had the flu and Jason took Emma to the store to get me some medicine. When Jason came home I was feeling extremely weak and I felt I could not even hold the little cup of medicine he brought in for me. So he poured it down my throat for me. I kept waving my hands in the air as if to say "too much, too much!" It tasted awful. I wondered why adult's liquid medicine has to taste so awful when children's medicine is tasty grape or bubble gum flavor. Adults would not abject to these flavors I'm sure.
After I finally downed the awful medicine I conked out on the bed. Again, I started my subconscience listening. I heard Jason put the dogs in and out of the house, let the rabbit out of the cage, stop Emma from coming in my room several times, and Emma singing loudly in the house followed by Jason telling her to quiet down because mommy was sick. Towards the end of the evening when it was near Emma's bed time, Jason was outside taking care of the dogs. Emma didn't want to go to bed so while he was gone, she snuck into the room. I heard her come in but was too exhausted to move at all. She crawled up on the other side of me, stroked my face, kissed my cheek and then laid her cheek on my lips. I gave it a little kiss and then she laid down next to me burrowing her cold feet in my side (which was a comfort to me as I was burning up.)
I heard Jason come back inside and call for Emma. She didn't move. I heard him turn on a few lights looking for her and then he realized she must be in my room. He came in quietly and said, "What are you doing, Silly?" and took her away. I listened to the two of them play with the bunny for a while and then he put Emma to bed.
Emma went to bed quietly, but after Jason was just about ready to get into bed she started whining. He went back into her room and asked her what was wrong. First she asked for her pillow, but Jason stated it was dirty. (I had missed that part in my sleep) So then she asked for a cuppy. Jason is such a good daddy. He got her a drink and sent her off to bed again like little cindy lou who.
I had fallen asleep on Jason's side of the bed so when Jason was finally settling down for the night he got onto my side of the bed. You might recall the previous post I wrote last time that happened. I had a feeling the night would be strange with us sleeping on each other's sides again.
Sure enough, it threw everything off. Neither of us could sleep comfortably. Jason didn't have his own pillow which is a huge factor for him sleeping well and the cats were even confused. Bagheera couldn't figure out why her side of the bed was moving around more. She kept jumping up and down from the bed trying to get comfortable and in the process of that she was creating a real ruckus going to the window above out head board, back down to the ground, eating food, scratching at the sliding door, jumping back up on the bed, trying to get comfortable again only to be knocked out of comfort again and start the whole process over again. I had not moved from my original sleeping position thus far. But, I could feel Jason tossing and turning next to me. Eventually, I woke up with the feeling that Jason was wide awake too. We both rolled over at the same time and laughed because we both knew the night was not going well. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back Jason had jumped over in his own spot again and re-claimed his own pillow. I settled back down on my side and Jason started telling me about the evening with Emma. Even though I had already heard it in my sleep, I did learn how the pillow got dirty. The rabbit was involved.
The next morning, Jason and I remarked at how much better we slept on our own sides of the bed and wondered why we kept trying to sleep on the wrong side. We re-capped how everything had happened yesterday while I was sleeping, we laughed, and we knew memories had been made. I enjoyed listening to my family's day as if I had been a fly on the wall. They don't think I'm listening, but I always am, even when I'm sleeping.
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