the other night, i awoke around 4am because i heard thatcher coming upstairs to our bedroom.
me: what are you doing?
thatcher: are you KIDDING me? you just told me you heard a noise and that i should go downstairs and check on it, so i did. you already fell back asleep..? you know when i go downstairs to investigate it's your job to stay awake and listen for it again.
me: (completely bewildered) i did...? i don't remember saying that.....or hearing a sound. i just woke up because i heard you come up the stairs.
thatcher: ugh, i'm going back to sleep!
apparently i've become such a worrier that i hear noises in my sleep and tell the hubs to go check on them. awesome. he's a a lucky man :)
i guess it's not as bad as the time i was telling him about a red balloon over by the window...