After working until 4am Saturday morning, I fell into bed exhausted...but couldn't fall asleep. Earplugs were in, the rain was falling, I was all cozied up to Mario and then I heard it...a thunk. I froze. It was quiet. I couldn't figure out what it was but after a few minutes I relaxed again. Just as I was getting ready to fall asleep, I heard another thump. I listened again. I was trying to decide if someone was walking around the house. I quick turned on the light and looked. It was silent. I relaxed again and lay back in bed. Then I heard it again! I took out my ear plugs and waited and heard it again! Only this time I also heard what I couldn't with those earplugs in. I heard foot steps, running around, thunks and cat noises. Dexter and Bob were in full wrestling mode. They were tearing the house apart, knocking shit over and running into doors(the thunking I was hearing). Jerks! I totally thought someone was trying to break in!
Knowing they were the thunks and not someone breaking in, I put my wonderful earplugs back in and passed out...only to be woken up an hour later. Mario was sitting up in bed awake and it was thundering. I rolled over to rub Mario's back and then realized in my comatose state there was something amiss. Something felt odd and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what..."Why is my foot wet? Mario can you look and see why my foot is wet?" He looked over at me like I was crazy.
Me -"My foot is wet. Can you turn on the light and see why my foot is wet?"
Mario - "why would your foot be wet?" walking over to turn on the light
Me - "well the window is open" eyes still closed and in my cocoon with my wet foot
Mario - "Why is the window open anyway?"
Me - "Mario the window is open almost 365 days a year. When is it not open. I love fresh air"
I finally woke up enough to realize it didn't make sense, it would have to be be raining sideways to be coming in the window and hitting the bed. Mario turned on the light only to find a puddle at my feet. He looked at the window, then the cats, then at the ceiling. We had a leak. That woke me up. I jumped out of bed and grabbed some towels and Mario went to find a bowl to put under the leak. Luckily, it looked like the drip had started not too long before we woke up. It was a good size puddle but hadn't made it through the comforter.
I dried the the comforter off and put a towel down to catch any more water coming in. I was trying to figure out how and where I was going to sleep. When Mario came in the room with my ceramic lasagna dish. "That's an odd choice" I said. Mario told me that he figured it was heavy would be a lot harder for me to kick off the bed than any of the other bowls we have. Ok I'll go for that. We hopped back in bed and I passed out cold. Of course I had all these crazy dreams about leaking roofs and my lasagna pan breaking. I kept waking up to check on my pan and make sure I hadn't kicked it off. It was safe and sound the next morning.
I've had the giggles since then wondering why I couldn't possibly have reached over and turned on my reading lamp and see why my own foot was wet. Just the statement "Mario can you look and see why my foot is wet" is the most ridiculous thing I could say. I can't decided if I'm becoming that dependent on Mario or if I love sleep that much that I can't be bothered to just look down at my own foot. I do love my sleep, but still what a dumb thing to say!