Well, for better or worse, I'm all done with classes for Spring semester. No school until August! Hooray! Also, Booo! I'm not entirely sure how I should keep my brain properly challenged for the next 4-ish months. No lectures, no studying for exams, no note-taking...what am I going to do with myself?
Eh. I'll figure it out. I usually do. I'm not too worried, to be honest. I've really enjoyed not having to go anywhere during the day. I've spent a lot of time snuggled up with my daughter, watching Tinkerbell. It's awesome.
So tonight, Ty took two Tylenol PM to help him sleep. (He's been on a weird work schedule lately). He got a little goofy as he became sleepier. When he's tired, his sentences become more disjointed, and his statements become increasingly hilarious and start making less and less sense.Tonight was no exception. We laughed a lot, and now he's asleep on the couch.
Tonight's goofiness reminded me of a night long ago--when Ty and I hadn't even been married for two years. At the time, we had just recently moved from an apartment into a nice little house. This move took away our at-home access to a washer/dryer set. We were living in a city that was about half an hour away from my parents' house, and we went there every Sunday night for dinner. During those evenings, we would use Mom's washer and dryer to do our laundry. Awesome, right? We get to enjoy Mom's home cooking and do our laundry for free.
Every week, once the laundry was all clean and dry, we would fold it as we socialized with my family and put it back into the baskets we'd brought it in.
Well...on one of these nights, Ty was having some major back or neck pain (maybe both, I forget...). It was really bad, and so Mom offered to let him take some muscle relaxants that she'd been taking for her back problems. He finally agreed, desperate for relief. He took the pills, fell asleep on Mom's couch while I finished up the laundry, and when he woke up, he was quite woozy and really, REALLY funny.
I drove us home, for obvious reasons. Ty had one of the laundry baskets at his feet. He pretty much kept up a constant stream of babbling as we drove the half hour back to our house. (I forget most of what he said, I just remember nodding along, and trying really hard not to laugh too loudly.) Then Ty reached down and picked up one of his socks. He put it over his hand and began using it as a sort of puppet.
He seemed to be trying to recite the "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear..." rhyme, using the sock puppet, but his words kept getting all slurred together and tangled up. He invented his own rhyme: "Woozzy Woozzy was a really woolly woman." Then he laughed at his own joke, and talked alternately to me, and then to the sock--now dubbed "Woozzy"--all the way home.
I parked the car, took in the laundry (that wasn't busy being a puppet) into the house, and then escorted my husband into the house, took off his shoes and put him to bed.
The next morning, I got up and got ready for work. (Ty had the day off, thank goodness!) I kind of shook him awake, and kissed him goodbye. He mumbled a quick, "Love you, have a good day" and rolled over to go back to sleep. As I was driving to work, I got really light-headed and dizzy and my stomach kind of turned. I called in sick to work, and headed back home. When I got there, Ty was still sprawled across the bed. I crawled back into bed with him, and he woke up enough to grunt when I told him what I was doing there.
And then he said: "Oh, okay. Where's Woozzy?" I was a bit stunned for a second, and then I answered him: "He's over there in the laundry basket." Ty grunted again, and then went back to sleep.
I woke up about an hour later, feeling a bit better. Ty woke up a couple of hours after that, took a shower, and was pretty much back to normal. I told him about the adventures of the evening and morning, and he remembered very little of it. He didn't even remember the conversations we'd had that morning. In fact, when he saw me sitting on the couch, he asked: "What are you doing home? I thought you had work today." I reminded him of everything that had happened that morning, including his part in the conversation, and he was just drawing a blank on everything.
I only wish I'd had a video camera that night. Believe it or not, this was before the availability of cell phone video cameras, or cell phone cameras of any kind at all, now I think about it. (We had cell phones, though. Tiny little brick-like cell phones...but that's a whole other story...)
It's a shame, really. That whole episode would have been a real hit on YouTube.
