Where do I even begin? Did I tell you guys that my boyfriend sleeps as hard as a rock? Or that he sleep walks & sleep talks as well? I've never experienced this with anyone else until I got with him. One time he got up to make coffee & didn't even realize it. Sometimes, he turns into a straight dick head. That's the only time I know for sure he's sleep talking because he doesn't act like that in real life. He's affectionate to me. One time, I woke up at 2 in the morning (I'm a light sleeper) to find our toilet overflowing. I yelled and yelled at him to wake up and help me clean it & he woke up being a jerk & fell right back to sleep. So I spent the next two hours running back and forth to CVS, on foot while it was drizzling trying to clean the mess up. Thank GOODNESS it was only water but it was up to my ankles. The next morning, Mike woke up to find our bathtub filled with wet towels and signs that something happened last night. He felt absolutely horrible. I mean, wouldn't that be horrible to wake up & find your woman had been under so much stress & you didn't help her at all?
I was still mad at him, don't get me wrong. I always secretly think that it's his alter ego I'm speaking to while he's sleep walking/talking. That he really means what he says. Of course, I know better but someone has to be blamed for the way I felt! I mean, it's not like I was dreaming! ;)
Anyway, he has a history of this. Sleepwalking & sleeping hard as a rock. He always says that if someone breaks into our room he would hear it. I always laugh. I know darn well that if someone tried to break into our window while he was sleeping, I'd be the one that had to take action! But I love his wishful thinking.
So let me tell you about last Saturday. Saturday nights, I sometimes stay really late for work. This particular day I went into work at 3 pm & didn't get out until 12:45 am. Well, when I showed up at home the door was locked. Which wouldn't have been a big deal if I hadn't given Mike my house key earlier. No big deal, he'll open the door. He didn't. He was dead asleep & probably on the couch. And as someone who knows her boyfriends sleep cycles, the next time to wake him up was going to be a few another few hours. And yes, he probably had a few beers. It was Saturday night after all. So he was knocked the heck out. I pounded and yelled for about 5 minutes before I gave up. I didn't want to wake the neighbors. So I went to my car and sat in the rain, while playing with my phone. I went up and tried one more time with that one failing as well. I ended up running across the street to CVS (because I was too tired to go to Walmart) and grabbing a few throw blankets and a pillow. Surprisingly, they were really comfortable. If it hadn't of gotten colder that night, I probably could have stayed asleep the whole night. Since you aren't suppose to sleep with the heater on though, I couldn't help but feel the gradual chill brushing up against my feet.
I finally got up & decided to try again. It was 5 am and about the time his sleep cycle would lighten up. Knocked on the door, which finally opened. Went straight into my room, took off my clothes and fell asleep. Didn't say one word to him. He already knew he did wrong, which was why he didn't sleep with me that night. He slept on the couch, willingly. Ha!
The next morning he found out that it was 5 am when he opened the door. He felt like a fool, once again. And let me tell you guys, this isn't the first time this has happened! This is about the second time I've been locked out of the house. The first time, I actually spent the night at my Dad's around the corner & went home around 6am. I know there might be another night that this might happen so I'm planning to put an emergency kit in my car containing:
*my new favorite throw pillow
*my throw blankets to block the windows
Do you guys live with someone who sucks at sleeping? Pretty sure there will be plenty more stories in the future all due to Mike's sleep walking. He's also starting to rub off on me! The other night, I thought I was in a super secret agent dream where my boss texted me that Mike was there to kill me. You know, Mr. & Mrs. Smith style. I apparently was still sleeping & he asked to use my phone (in real life). My first instinct was to grab my phone and delete all my super secret agent texts! In real life, it looked fishy as hell. I was terribly embarrassed the morning I woke up & remembered! So now, I kind of know how he feels! But at least I don't lock him out of the house, while it's raining to sleep in the car, freezing for hours!