Every Night Is An Adventure

Last night reminded me of one of the more endearing exciting frustrating aspects of being married to a certain someone and that is his propensity to sleep walk and sleep talk.  It's been happening a lot more lately for some reason so I'm beginning to suspect he's stressed out about something.  Just last week, in between Alex's numerous nighttime wake-ups (we're still reeling from the chaos of Christmas), Marcus woke me up numerous times to discuss really important things like archways and snowmen.  In fact, archways with snowmen.  No matter how hard I tried to make sense of what he was talking about I just couldn't, not to mention I don't have much fight in me at various odd times of the night, and I ended up letting it go.  The next morning I asked Marcus what he was trying to verbalize and he acknowledged that he remembered speaking and being frustrated because he also knew what he was saying didn't make any sense.  I suppose we'll never know why the archway had snowmen. Or the snowmen had archways, whichever it may be.

So, getting back to the story at hand, I've been sick with food poisoning for the last four days which may be the source of Marcus's stress as he's been taking care of Alex 24/7 and making sure I'm alive and haven't died of starvation or dehydration.  Anyway, last night at middle-of-the-night-o'-thirty I woke up to Marcus standing on the bed and unscrewing the perfectly fine globe from the ceiling fan.  "What are you doing?!" I hissed, trying to sound loud but not actually be loud so I didn't wake the baby, "why are you doing that?  Do you know you're taking the globe off of the ceiling fan?  Stop it!  Marcus, stop!"  (I was getting a little anxious by this point)  Naturally, I received a curt response from Marcus who insisted he knew what he was doing and that he was not sleep walking despite the fact I never asked if he was sleep walking.  Finally, once the globe had been completely unscrewed and safely set aside Marcus lay down.  "Why did you do that?" I asked.  "It was on my list of things to do and I wanted to get it out of the way," was the response.  *sigh*  All I could do was roll over and go back to sleep, all the while wondering if the entire ceiling fan would be dismantled come morning.

It wasn't.  But I'm still concerned what may happen over the next few days.  It's all fun and games when he's simply lying there talking gibberish but when he's physically doing things, that gets a little worrisome.  The only way I can see this working out to my benefit is if he starts working on the master bathroom renovations and if he does that I'll only get mad if he wakes the baby...or cuts off a limb...or something equally disastrous that could potentially happen if he does sleep-renovate the bathroom (although he did show a real carefulness when handling the glass globe last night so it may not be such a bad thing).