Sleep Talking

I don't talk in my sleep as much anymore.  I think it is because I lack the deep sleep cycles I was once accustomed to getting each and every night.  (Speaking of which, last night Quinn woke up around 4 am.  She is usually half asleep and crying.  Not last night, she had her light on, and was bouncing on her bed.  When I walked into her room, she clapped her hands and said, "yeah!" She didn't go back to sleep for at least an hour. It was cute, hilarious, and soul crushing all at the same time.)

Over the weekend, I fell asleep on the couch while watching Moneyball (It's a baseball movie with Brad Pitt.  His character is named Billy Bean.) with Dalan.  When I "woke up", Dalan and I had the following conversation, which I do not remember.

Me:  I am not doing well at coaching.
Dalan:  You are coaching?
Me:  I am not a coach.  I am a recruiter. 
Dalan: And you are not doing well?
Me:  I am Billy Bean, and I need to be better at recruiting. 
Dalan: Ok
Me:  I am going to bed now.  (in a very cheerful voice.)
Dalan:  Night. 

Feed the baby

Scene: 4 am, Carsellers residence, last night

Me (semi-waking up from a deep sleep): I have to feed the baby.

Dalan: You have to feed the baby?

Me: I have to feed the baby.

Dalan: The baby is at the hospital.

Me: I know.

Dalan: So, you're going to go to the hospital?

Me: No! (Goes back to sleep)

Milk Stoned

Last night Dalan woke me up to pump and go to bed after I had fallen asleep on the couch. It went something like this....

Dalan: Get up, baby, so you can pump and go to bed.

Me: No

Dalan: You need to get up.

Me: No

Dalan: Are you going to pump?

Me: I don't know.

Dalan: I think you need to pump.

Me: I am stoned.

Dalan: You are stoned??????

Me: Milk stoned.







.......0h, the pumping! I think it is getting to me!

The other sleep talker

Dalan did some sleep talking the other night. He never talks in his sleep. Ha, ha, ha! I love the fact that for once it was not me babbling into the night.

Dalan: "One"

Me: "What?"

Dalan: "One"

Me: "One, what?"

Dalan (getting frustrated with me): "One greasy bag."

Me: "What greasy bag?"

Dalan: "The first bag they gave me for my fast food."

Me: "You got fast food tonight?"

Dalan sighs in frustration: "Never mind."

I am really worried about the Science Fair!

Over the weekend, my subconscious was apparently really concerned about the upcoming Science Fair at school. I talked in my sleep about not once, but twice.

First time:

I woke up and told Dalan to get out his booklet for his science project.

Second time:

I sat straight up in bed, and asked Dalan if that noise I was hearing meant it was time to turn in our science fair projects.

I hate when I bring work home with me!!!!

A slight angle

Last night when Dalan came to bed, I was (apparently) hogging the entire bed.

Dalan: Baby, you are sleeping across the bed again.

Me: I am not. I may be sleeping on a slight angle, but not across the whole bed.

However, I did move anyway.

It's a Jewish rite of passage

The other night I feel asleep on the couch while Dalan watched TV. He woke me up several hours later....Of course, I remember none of this, but according to Dalan this was our interaction.

Dalan: Baby, it's time to go bed.

Me: I can't.

Dalan: You can't? Why not?

Me: Because of the bar mitzvahs.

Dalan: What?

Me: I can't go upstairs, because of the bar mitzvahs.

Dalan: Ok, but I am going to bed.

He shuts off the lights and the TV.. I get up and start heading to bed.

Dalan: I thought you couldn't go up, because of the bar mitzvahs?

Me: I never said that!

I go off to bed in a huff, and fall asleep without saying another word.

My birthday in review

June 17, 2009

My 30th Birthday

The middle of the night:
While sleeping, I semi-woke up and told Dalan it was my birthday. He told me, "Happy Birthday." I then told him I wanted a surprise. He asked me what sort of surprise. I told him I knew, but could not tell him, because then it would no longer be a surprise. Awe, you have to love my sleep talking. I remembered having a conversation with him, but had no memory of what was actually said.

The morning:
I woke up and went to work. I was going to wear my birthday crown that Dalan bought me, but I chickened out. In our morning assembly, all the kids sang Happy Birthday to me. It was adorable. When I returned to my classroom, I found that VaRonica had dropped off an adorable flower arrangement in the shape of a birthday cake, and a nice card. It warmed my heart. One of my co-workers also made me some cake. Yum! My phone was flooded with text messages, and I felt very loved!

The afternoon:
Came home, and my super cute husband had flowers waiting here for me, and then took me to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. It was delicious, and we got some cheesecake to go, which we ate for lunch today. Nutritious! My email and facebook were flooded with even more birthday messages, and Hilary dedicated her blog to me, Wow, I felt the love even more. I also received a lot of mail, including a pajama gram from Aubrey, and my passport! I am finally legit to travel outside of the country with my married name. However, during this portion of the day, I received word that my mama, Nana, and auntie were stranded in Price, Utah. Boo! They were returning from a little get away to visit another auntie, and ran into major car trouble. In the end, Cole had to make the journey to go get them, but they still endured a long day in small town, Utah.

The evening:
Went over to my parents' house, and hung out with my dad, Ali, and McKay. We chatted it up, and ate some dinner. It was fun! The rest of my family finally made it home, ate some dinner, we opened gifts, and ate Watergate cake. I had seen the recipe in a book, and it seemed so deliciously retro with its pistachio pudding that I instantly wanted to try it. Plus it is called Watergate cake, and not only was it my 30th birthday, it was also the 37th anniversary of Watergate. (see previous post). I had never tried it before, but Ali made it, and it was so good. Also, my family was totally overly generous with their gifts, in fact, I even got a Wii Active. Personally training here I come!

Summary:
I had an excellent 30th birthday! In the past 9 months, a large majority of my friends have turned 30, and have been looking forward to my celebration for almost a whole year, and the celebrating is not over yet! Come to my birthday party on Saturday, call me if you need details. I am very grateful for all my friends and family, and feel very blessed to have had such a wonderful day. Here are a couple pictures of the birthday girl, and of course, one self portrait that Ali took of herself!

I am super psyched, and shocked as confetti fell out of my card.

One of the many awesome books I received....I am going to get my read on this summer.

My Aunt Kathleen and me.

Blowing out my sparklers...that supposedly were not trick sparklers, but would never fully blow out!

Ali thinking about how awesome it would be to turn 30!

Not following directions

Conversation from the middle of the night:

Me: Will you cuddle with me?

Dalan: I have to pee.

Me: I don't care. You are not following directions.

Dalan: Ok, I am going to go pee.

Me: YOU ARE NOT FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS!

Dalan leaves to use the restroom.

So, apparently last night I was channeling my best teacher voice....or Kate Gosselin.....shudder.

Duties

Conversation from last night:

Me: I am going to do my duties.

Dalan: What?

Me: I am going to do my duty.

Dalan: What is your duty?

Me: Right now my duty is being asleep, so I am going to do my duty now.

Pillow Talk

Here is the transcript of the interaction Dalan and I had in the middle of the night last night. Although, I remember little of it, he relayed it to me this afternoon.

Me (waking up): I am very confused.

Dalan: About what?

Me: Did you take the dog out?

Dalan: Yes.

Me: I need this blanket off. (We have three blankets on our bed. One heavy quilt, and two light ones. I had the heavy one over me.)

Dalan takes the heavy quilt off of me, and puts on one of the lighter ones.

Me: No! Tag team!

Dalan: What?

Me: Tag team.

Dalan: What?

Me: I want that other one on me too. Tag team.

Dalan puts the two light quilts over me.

Me: I am not going to my training tomorrow.

Dalan: Why would you do that?

Me: I want to sleep in.

Dalan: I think you should go to your training.

Me: Well, I can't go.

Dalan: Why?

Me: It will interfere with my sleeping in.

Dalan: You should go. Did you set your alarm?

Me: Maybe/maybe not.

Dalan: Jessica! Did you set your alarm?

Me: Maybe/maybe not.

Then I went back to sleep. And I had set my alarm, and I did go to my training, in case you were wondering. I love my wacky sleep talking conversations. They are been rarer as of late, but once in a while, I still can sleep converse with the best of them!