Thursday 3 February 2011

Night-time Drama's

So I figured that its been a while since I updated you on the night delights of my darling Benjamin Holmes. The reason for this being that, believe it or not, he went through a bit of a quiet period...either that, or after 3 years of marriage, I actually sleep through the majority of his antics. Never-the-less, all is not quiet in the Holmes bedroom...(do try to avoid those thoughts).

So recently my challenge has been to engage him in as much 'sleep-talk' conversation as possible. I have noticed that if I am up in the mornings before His Lordship, he is very likely to have an unconscious, (not sure if that's the right word to use?), conversation with me. I have been lucky enough during these times to have him point out to me an array of strange things around the room...which only his eyes seem to be viewing. He has kindly informed me of the fact that he is definitely not going to let me battle today...especially since, half-way through this conversation, he realised that I was not yet dressed, and there is no way he was letting his wife battle naked. His sitting up in bed, cheesy grin on his face as he waved me off in the morning, was also a real treat, especially due to the fact it was not a small insecure flicker of the fingers, but rather a large, you-are-at-the-other-end-of-a-mall wave. So now, each time I hear a mutter or a stir, I come running back into the room trying to engage with him in some way, in the great hope that he will have some delightful insight to share with me.

Not long after we returned from our Europe holiday, I woke to him frantically trying to climb over the top of me. My first thought was that he was giving me an incredibly awkward snuggle, sprawled out on top of me...or trying for some other late night excitement. I very quickly realise this was not the case, as he mumbled away about 'gotta get there quickly'. Now don't get me wrong, we do not have one side of the bed against the wall, so he is very able to exit the bed on his own side. This did not deter him from scrabbling over me...apparently, (so I found out in the morning), to get to the ladder at my side of the bed, which climbed to the top of a water-slide which went down the side of our building. He could not for the life of him understand why I was lying there in his way, not the least bit anxious to have a go on this new adventure ride which had appeared in our room. Well...when you put it like that, what an idiot I was!

But I have to say, despite all the joy I get from his active imagination, I have recently begun to worry...don't tell me, I am getting old...about his climbing out of our bedroom window. Now for those of you who are Kiwi's and hardly live in more than a one-storied home, this is not a completely ridiculous thing to worry about due to the fact that we live on the 11th floor of an apartment building, which looks out over a large, flat, grey, concrete slab. I know that description makes it sound much worse than it is...we do have water on the other side...but for the sake of dramatic effect, it is just a concrete slab. Another reason this is a justifiable concern is due to the fact that our bedroom window completely opens up and can easily be climbed out of. It lacks any form of balcony and is therefore simply a hole in the side of the building. Despite the fact that Ben assures me this will never happen, due to the fact this window is chest high, I can't help but fear I might wake to seeing him fall out, as he imagines the water-slide has now been moved to the window. I feel I can also justify this small worry due to its actually having happened before, not on my watch, and not involving any falling, but an 'exiting the house' adventure never-the-less. And were this to happen again, there would be no awkward waking at 3am, locked outside, in winter, in his boxers, with his pillow under one arm. In fact there would be no waking from this dream. But as Ben puts it, I do tend to worry about pretty much anything that runs through my head and so it is not likely to be a possible scenario.

Despite my worries, I am still most grateful for his night antics as a part of our daily lives. I mean, what else is a husband for, if not to cause his wife a small amount of worry every now and then!