sleeping

jake has been having trouble sleeping. this weekend, he got some sleeping pills from a drug dealer who, for security purposes, we will refer to as A. Reed. wait, i would rather refer to her as Ann R. 

anyway. he took these sleep helpers the first couple days of this week. he has fallen into a nice, deep, restful sleep, waking up fresh and happy the next morning.

what are the consequences? i will elaborate.

monday night:

me: (reaching up to turn the light off)
jake: (stroking my side) sigh. you're fine.
me: thanks
jake: i'm glad you're mine.
me: i'm glad i'm yours too
jake: (nose scrunched up) you dog!
me: goodnight, i love you
jake: rouveroutoooo...
me: (chuckling)

few moments later

jake: KAY!!! (yelling at the top of his lungs and bouncing a              
              little with the combined force of the yelling and      
              his flailing arms)

not long after some horrible breathing sounds

jake: is that too hard?

tuesday night:

jake: (mimicking what i had told him he had said the previous night)
       you're fine. i'm glad you're mine 
      (chuckles at himself)
       rouveyoutoo..
      (chuckles again, a 'pleased with himself' look on his face)

more horrible breathing sounds

jake: did you deliver that email?
me: to who?
jake: mmmmmmmmmmmm.... okay (nodding his head approvingly)
me: (chuckling)


needless to say, i have not gotten that much sleep. staying awake is more entertaining.