...and aimless internet browsing has led me to a thing which we can in no way afford (because, naturally, I'd want the king-size one), and which would give me a fit of conscience every time I looked at it (baaaaa)....but oh, the longing for the luxury.
In the meantime, Alex and I, who are both having some significant sleep disturbances, have taken a prescription sleep aid. They seem to take several times longer to have the desired effect on me as on him. So, thinking he's not that groggy yet, I mistakenly try to start a conversation.
Me: "Honey, can I buy a fleece blanket?"
Alex: (faintly and groggily) "Huh--whaa? Who pees on your anklet?"
Me: (administering motherly pats) "Goodnight, Sweetheart."