In the wee hours of this morning dearest son wandered into my bedroom. After years of conditioning I immediately snapped to attention.
"What’s wrong, darling?" I asked. Okay, that’s probably what I tried to ask. Most likely it came out something like; "Wha ron arl?"
Didn’t really matter though, he got it.
"I came in to see if Daddy was here," he replied.
Oh, I get it, the guy who sleeps beside me in the bed. My fuzzy brain finally clicked into motion and I turned over and smacked the lump next to me in bed. It groaned in protest. All accounted for.
"Daddy’s here," I told my son. "But why would you think Daddy wouldn’t be here?"
"I couldn’t hear him snoring" came the reply.
Now, I’m a light sleeper so I don’t sleep all that well when hubby is snoring in bed next to me. However it now seems that if he doesn’t snore I’m not going to get any sleep either because my son will be worried that something has happened to his Daddy and will come in and wake me up to check on his father.
I am going to be sleep deprived for the rest of my life.