Sleep Talking

This morning around 1:30 Marissa started getting restless. When she does this we try to see if she will settle herself down on her own. Sometimes she does, sometimes she does not. This morning she was not able to settle herself down so I asked Jeremy if he could get up and help her go back to sleep. He got up and a few minutes later came back to bed. Marissa lay quietly for a few more minutes then started up again, so I got up. We did this routine two more times a piece.

Finally around 2:30, exasperated, I asked the rhetorical question "what are we going to do?" Jeremy responds in his "I'm not awake voice" and we have the following conversation, if you want to call it that:
(Imagine your best groggy slur)

J: I'm thinging.

A: What?

J: I'm thinking.

Knowing full well that he was not thinking (or thinging), but sleeping instead, I decided to have a little fun with him. I allowed a moment or two to pass and then said:

A: You're not thinking!

J: Am too. I'm thinging abou fah shah, bud tha won work fer a baby.

A: What?

J: I'm thinging abou fah shah, bud tha won work fer a baby! (obviously perturbed at me for making him repeat himself)

A: What is fah shah?

J: (said almost consciously) File sharing, but that won't work for her! (Jeremy fixes people's computers for a living)

A: What are you talking about? (trying in vain to control my laughter)

J: Oh I don't know, I thought I could try file sharing.

A: Are you awake yet? (uncontrollably laughing)

J: I am now. I know, I know I'm not making sense. (now laughing too)

A: Poor guy, you're working in your sleep!

J: (laughing)

A: You know I'm going to have to blog about this tomorrow. (giggles)

J: Yeah, I know (giggles) Go ahead.

Marissa settled herself back to sleep and so did we.
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And yes folks, I conquered the pile. We now have a dining room table again.
In a couple of days I'll be able to show you our Thanksgiving Feast on our "new" table! I'm so excited!