Here's a funny little story about how sleep deprivation affects your powers of perception.
Last night Laura and I were in the living room, watching American Idol on DVR while she nursed Simon for the last time before he went to sleep. We're about halfway through the show when she said, "pause it for a minute" and cocked her head like a dog. I paused it and said, "what? What are you listening for?". She didn't answer me, kept listening intently, and then whispered, "I thought I heard Simon". I thought she meant she heard him making some weird, scary, trying-to-die noise from her lap. I looked at her, quite concerned, and the realized she thought she heard him from the bedroom.
Trying not to laugh at her, I said, "um, Babe...he's in your LAP. On your BOOB".
She looked down and then, shaking her head said, "Shut up. Shut up. Don't even say it".
We burst into our old familiar hysterical laughter and finished watching the Davids duke it out.
Last night Laura and I were in the living room, watching American Idol on DVR while she nursed Simon for the last time before he went to sleep. We're about halfway through the show when she said, "pause it for a minute" and cocked her head like a dog. I paused it and said, "what? What are you listening for?". She didn't answer me, kept listening intently, and then whispered, "I thought I heard Simon". I thought she meant she heard him making some weird, scary, trying-to-die noise from her lap. I looked at her, quite concerned, and the realized she thought she heard him from the bedroom.
Trying not to laugh at her, I said, "um, Babe...he's in your LAP. On your BOOB".
She looked down and then, shaking her head said, "Shut up. Shut up. Don't even say it".
We burst into our old familiar hysterical laughter and finished watching the Davids duke it out.
