After walking into the bedroom to get my purse (or: my MaryPoppins’Bag, as it is more honestly used, and stuffed full to the brim) last night, having startled Chris out of sleep and, seemingly, out of his own skin.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!” And then, upon seeing it was just me: myriad, unspellable, groans of relief.
Cue me: simultaneously apologizing and laughing, so hilarious was how quickly he went from “peacefully sleeping” to “Self-Defense Stance, The Half-Asleep Version,” arms outstretched in judo-chop! configuration and everything.
“You are so adorable when you get that ‘Back UP, or I’m Going To Cut You’ look in your eyes.”
“It’s a good thing I had recently got up to go to the bathroom; I would have soiled myself just then.”
“Are you sure you didn’t?”
“Not entirely.”
i almost soiled myself reading this post. almost.
Oh no!! Poor Chris. Too funny, though. :)
Funny has hell, until you realize you will be sleeping where he may or may not have soiled himself ….
I’m not too proud to admit that when I first started reading this post, I thought you wrote “Mary Poopin’s Bag” and briefly thought to myself…”why in the world would she have a ‘poopin’ bag?”
Happy Halloween!
ha! you’re cracking me up!
I often attack people in my sleep – it’s a problem I have yet to troubleshoot.
Glad everyone was OK.
My kids have scared me like that a time or two.
It amazes me how they can be so stealth-like and sneak up on me in the middle of the night when I could easily get a few more hours of sleep, but when I wanna sleep in just 10 more minutes in the morning, it sounds like a herd of elephants running through my living room!