1 AM At My House
The hubby was trying out a different medication last night because he can't get any sleep with vicodin on board, so last night in addition to one ambien, he took two dilaudid, one at 7:30pm, and one at 11:30pm. The following conversation ensued around 1am.
Hubby: Wake up! *pokes me with leg*
Hubby: Wake up! *poke poke*
Me: Murrrrgh....what is it? Is the baby crying?
Hubby: I need help - my sling is off.
Me: *fully awake now* WTF?!? How did your sling come off?
Hubby: I took it off.
Me: ......Why?
Hubby: I wouldn't fit through the pipe otherwise.
Me: ...
Me: Just what pipe are we talking about?
Hubby: There's pipes in here. I need to crawl through them.
*Fast forward to 10 minutes later when hubby is back in the sling and propped up in bed once again
Hubby: I also drive tugboats, you know.
Me: Really. What color tugboat?
Hubby: It's silver, black and grey. I drive the tugboat for Nacho Tortilla's Baby Car Wash.
Me: ...
Me: Really.
Hubby: Yes. That's what the pipes are for - to carry water and stuff.
*At this point, Keira woke up and started crying. I went out of the room to go get her.*
Hubby: You'd better duck. The chains are pretty low.
*Apparently, our bedroom has been redecorated in a chain and pipe motif. Here's the convo after I came back with Keira and a bottle.*
Hubby: Watch out!
Me: What? What are you talking about?
Hubby: The trees!
Me: What trees?
Hubby: The tree just ate the little person you brought in. She looked into the trunk and it swallowed her up!
Me: Um...Keira's right here. She's eating. She can't even roll over yet, much less walk up to a tree trunk.
Hubby: Oh. That must've been the other little person in here.
The hubby finally fell asleep around 2 am - when I asked him if he was in pain, he said 'yes, but I don't care' - sooooo, I guess that's better than being in pain and being awake and aware of it. I think we'll limit him to one dilautid a night though. He has no memory of the pipes this morning and says there's no way he could have gotten out of his sling. *smirks*
Quote of the night: "We all become animals at night because we are metal and crawl through pipes.
Hubby: Wake up! *pokes me with leg*
Hubby: Wake up! *poke poke*
Me: Murrrrgh....what is it? Is the baby crying?
Hubby: I need help - my sling is off.
Me: *fully awake now* WTF?!? How did your sling come off?
Hubby: I took it off.
Me: ......Why?
Hubby: I wouldn't fit through the pipe otherwise.
Me: ...
Me: Just what pipe are we talking about?
Hubby: There's pipes in here. I need to crawl through them.
*Fast forward to 10 minutes later when hubby is back in the sling and propped up in bed once again
Hubby: I also drive tugboats, you know.
Me: Really. What color tugboat?
Hubby: It's silver, black and grey. I drive the tugboat for Nacho Tortilla's Baby Car Wash.
Me: ...
Me: Really.
Hubby: Yes. That's what the pipes are for - to carry water and stuff.
*At this point, Keira woke up and started crying. I went out of the room to go get her.*
Hubby: You'd better duck. The chains are pretty low.
*Apparently, our bedroom has been redecorated in a chain and pipe motif. Here's the convo after I came back with Keira and a bottle.*
Hubby: Watch out!
Me: What? What are you talking about?
Hubby: The trees!
Me: What trees?
Hubby: The tree just ate the little person you brought in. She looked into the trunk and it swallowed her up!
Me: Um...Keira's right here. She's eating. She can't even roll over yet, much less walk up to a tree trunk.
Hubby: Oh. That must've been the other little person in here.
The hubby finally fell asleep around 2 am - when I asked him if he was in pain, he said 'yes, but I don't care' - sooooo, I guess that's better than being in pain and being awake and aware of it. I think we'll limit him to one dilautid a night though. He has no memory of the pipes this morning and says there's no way he could have gotten out of his sling. *smirks*
Quote of the night: "We all become animals at night because we are metal and crawl through pipes.