The sleep issues are back. FML. Although she was sleeping through the night like a champ there for a while, since she was sick last month, she has been waking up at least once a night. Not to mention that the doggamned cats wake me up at least once a night as well. It is killing me. I remember now how tired I was for that first year. ALL. THE. TIME.
Last night, she woke up at about 12:30. When I heard her crying, I moaned and sat up in bed. Neil said, "is this the first time?" I said yes. I got up and walked around the bed and looked over as Neil sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Neil: I'm sorry.
Me: It's not your fault, honey.
Neil: No, it is. I left something running in there.
Neil: I think there is something running in there.
Me: What. Are. You. Talking. About. (Getting scared. Visions of gremlins and ghouls scampering around flit through my overactive imagination.)
Neil: I started a program and I left it running. It probably woke her up.
Me: What? (Still not getting it.)
Neil: I started something on the computer and left it running. I probably woke her up. (Obviously there is no computer in her room, nor one anywhere close to it.)
Me: (Finally realizing that he is talking in his sleep.) ...
Me: You're right, it is your fault.