Nighttime Charades

My daughter has developed this cough that really only happens at night. She starts to cough, and cough, and cough some more, where she eventually wakes herself up. When she wakes herself up she gets pretty upset to say the least so I like to take every step possible to just keep her in her sleep mode.
So anyway this past Tuesday night she had a particularly bad night. She was waking up about every 2 hours. Well not really waking up because when she would start to cough or fuss I would thrust myself out from under the covers and into her room to frantically look for the binkie to jam in her mouth. Sometimes however you get there and realize that she is not fussing because she is coughing but she is fussing because she has reached the end of the bed and there is no more room to move. In these instances all you have to do is just pull her back to the other end of the bed so she can start her inch worming all over again. Usually my husband and I alternate the times we make this mad dash to her room to take whatever measures we can to stop her coughing and/or fussing. So it was 2am and she had started to do another round of fussing... I turned to my husband and asked him if he had just moved her last time or if he had also plugged her up? He said he had not given her the binkie and instantly threw back the covers and made his way into her room. Mind you, I was asking because it was my turn since he did get up last just so I knew what corrective action had previously been taken. I never meant for him to do two rounds in a row. But regardless, as he got up I told him that her binkie was sitting on the end of the crib.

Next thing I know he was chucking things out of her crib and yelling at me, "Where is binkie?" Now I was like WTF? Why is he yelling, the whole point is to keep the kid asleep for God's sake! I told him that it was either sitting on the end of the crib or in there with her somewhere. He was then frantically running his hands around the outside of the crib and turns to me and yells.... "F*** YOU!" (mind you the F was the full spoken word.) I was now WIDE awake and said "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME???" He did not respond and but wound up and chucked a dirty pair of her pajamas into our room which ended up hitting the poor dog who was trying to sleep on his bed. I was FUMING. Fuming is probably an understatement. As I started to get out of bed he said, mind you still yelling, "Son of a b** now she is awake!" Ummm of course she is awake... you have been in her room screaming right next to her and throwing stuff out of her crib! The only person who could sleep through that is someone who was dead. I stormed into the room at the same time he stormed out. He was muttering something about me wanting him to run in there all the time. I picked her up out of her bed and put the binkie in her mouth.. it was sitting right where I told him on the end of the crib. I then proceeded to rock her back to sleep for approx. 20 minutes. The whole 20 minutes I was sitting there I was pissed as hell wondering what would be the best way to handle myself in this situation without becoming irate.... I came to no conclusion that didn't involve being irate. I laid her back in her crib since she was now sound asleep and headed back into our bedroom.

I got into bed and angrily reefed the sheets up to my chin and turned so my back towards him. I wanted to send a clear message that I was mad and there would be no easy way out of this one. I continued to lay there for another 20 minutes thinking to myself how he could say that to me. I mean what a lack or respect to not only drop the FU but to also throw something at me! To top it all off I was the one who was losing sleep... from his deep breaths I assumed he was asleep but I wasn't sure since he knew that something of this magnitude would rattle me to the nth degree.

The next morning we went about our daily routine. He got up before me and went downstairs to get coffee and tend to the dog. When he was downstairs I got up and got in the shower. The whole time in the shower I was just brewing still mad as ever. I got out of the shower, vigoursly dried myself off and stomped into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear. While I was searching for a pair of underwear, him and the dog sauntered up the stairs. He nonchalantly asked me a question and I snapped back at him. He was totally taken back. He said, "What is wrong with you?" I said "oh like you don't know!" He said, "No, I really don't have any idea." "Yeah right! Like you have no idea what happened last night." Well turns out he didn't. He had absolutely no recollection of even getting out of bed! He apologized profusely to the dog and I. I couldn't believe it. But how could I be mad anymore if he wasn't even conscious during the whole interaction? Don't get me wrong. I still wanted to be really, really mad... but he had no idea! He was sleeping the whole time! So in the end either he really was sleep walking or it was the best excuse in the world and he should look into getting an acting job. If it was in fact sleeping he must have some serious pent up aggression towards me!