It wasn’t funny at the time, but it is now. Here is my embarrassing story of the time I nearly gave hubby a concussion.
My story starts long before I ever met Jason. It starts when I was 10 and my little sister was 2.
I was so thrilled to have a little sister (after two brothers), that as soon as she was potty trained I begged for her to share my room and bed. It was fun for awhile, having your baby sister snuggle up to you while she is sleeping. But baby sister was growing up. And by the time she was five I was pretty tired of waking up and finding that she was using my rear end or my belly as a pillow again.
Even worse than being her pillow was how I had to share MY pillow, with her feet! I think by the time I was in my teens I really regretted having to share a room and bed with a little sister 8 years younger than I. As a result, I devised ways to keep her on her own side of the bed.
I actually became very territorial and kick, hit, or scratch when she got close to me. I didn’t want anybody touching me while I was sleeping.
Fast forward a few years and I marry Jason. The first night of our honeymoon was great. We slept side by side and I loved having him there. Of course I didn’t sleep really well so never fell into that deep unconscious sleep.
The second night…. Well I was sound asleep and Jason rolled over onto MY pillow and put his arm around me. So sweet and romantic and all of that lovey dovey gooshy stuff.
Until, my brain wakes up just enough to realize that I’m sharing my pillow. Wham!!! I thrust my elbow into the offending head just as hard as I possibly could while still being half asleep!
Just as my elbow made contact, I woke up enough to realize, it wasn’t my sister I hit but my husband, right in his temple! I turned over and started crying while trying to make sure he was okay. Poor guy, between the flashing stars and crying wife, he didn’t know what to think!
Did you ever do anything like that when you were first married?