Huh.....

Sleep Walker

On Wednesday night I went with Holly to get her Bridesmaids dress fitted. Fitted? Anyway -- then we went back to her house and had a few glasses of wine and some pasta (which was so good that I am STILL thinking about it). I left my sleepy eyed friend around 9pm and went home to wait for Eric.

While waiting I sat outside, checked e-mail on the laptop, and had a night cap. Vodka and Gingerale. Then I had another one. Just two. I decided to end the self party so I went in to the bathroom to take some Tylenol hoping to head off any hang over type feeling early on. I chose Nighttime Tylenol -- not sure why I chose the sleeping kind other than I just thought it would help me sleep better -- or REALLY good?? I then went back to the bedroom and cuddled up next to the already passed out Eric.

Vodka & Nighttime Tylenol don't mix.

At 7am I woke up to Eric coming in and asking me "What happened last night?" I was totally not sure what he was talking about and then he pointed out that I was a) sleeping on the couch b) wearing just a bra. He then informed me that he came out in the wee hours of the night to find me there, curled up and freezing. He covered me, as any good husband in training would do, and put a pillow under my head. I was OUT.

My shirt was in the kitchen in a very very VERY tight ball -- one that Eric thinks must have taken a few minutes to create. My shorts and undies -- missing. We both got up and looked for them. The laundry basket - no. The patio - no. Under the sheets - no. In the drawers - no. Finally -- in the trash in the kitchen -- YES.

Recap: I went to bed with Eric, got up in the middle of the night (sleep walking) and took off my shirt, balled it up, and then removed my under garments and shorts and threw them away --- huh....

Meanwhile, Eric's just freaking out thinking that I have LOST IT! And I'm loosing faith in my ability to sleep correctly.

Yesterday we came home from work and prepared to cook a nice meal -- steak and fresh green beans. Eric pulled out the frying pan for cooking the green beans and set it on top of our black glass top stove. A ripple of water on the stove caught his eye and he said, "What the fuck?" We were looking at the ceiling to see if something leaked. We looked around for spilled glasses that might have contained water. We wondered if it was there that morning or did it suddenly arrive during the day. Finally Eric bent down and smelled the mystery liquid. Pee. It was pee.

Eric gags...

I turn red....

Recap...I went to bed with Eric, got up in the middle of the night to go pee but ended up sleep walking in to the kitchen. I then hopped up on the stove, began to pee, and the rest we're just not sure about. Did I throw out my shorts and undies because they got pee'd on too? Did I wipe with my t-shirt and that's why I balled it up so tight? Did I wipe at all? What else did I do? If I could pee on the stove -- what else could have happened?

Huh....

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 6:51 AM