Learning not to hit

After reading the title of this entry, one would think that it is about a little kid learning that hitting is not nice-but...it's not. It is about me learning not to hit. (Don't worry this is a funny story-not a bad one.)

I think that most kids go through a phase when they either hit or bite. Some kids hit, and some kids bite. I was a hitter. I have very vivid memories of being 3 years old being put in time out because I would hit to get whatever I was after. It was an effective way of getting the job done but not very nice.

Every year or so, Rob and I have some weird event involving me being half asleep doing something random. Two nights ago, Rob woke up with me sitting up in bed, and he thought I was awake. Then I turned toward him, and I hit him square on his back side and yelled-"Go Away!" I woke up as soon as I did it, and realized that I just hit my husband. I immediately appologized, and we both rolled back over and fell back asleep. Rob was to tired to say anything, and that was the end of it.

I woke up to Rob laughing the next morning after he remembered what I did. I thought it was a weird dream...but no-I hit my husband in the middle of the night. I always have dreams that someone is trying to get me when I am particularly stressed. (Work is insane right now, and Rob is having his gallbladder removed this Friday. I am a ticking time bomb right now with my stress level.)

A couple years back when we were still in Vegas, and my job was crazy stressful-I woke Rob up in the middle of the night telling him that someone was in the basement with a gun. He woke up in a hurry-jumped out of bed-and then realized that we did not have a basement, and I was sleep talking. Poor Rob was up half the night after that because of the amount of adrenaline he had running through his system. We still laugh about it to this day.

I think that I need to find a more constructive outlet for my stress. Waking up my husband in the middle of the night with physical abuse or mental stress is not a good way of dealing with it. He is a pretty good sport about it though.

On a happier note...While I was watering one of my flower beds I found a nest of baby bunnies! You could miss it easily with the naked eye, but when I got them with the water-they all started to cry. I originally thought it was a rat's nest (I know...gross), but after the pest man took one look-he let me know that fortunately they were cute little bunnies. The mom built quite an elaborate nest for them. If I can just figure out how to keep my dogs away from them. The girls know they are in there and are OBSESSING over them.

I even put down my petunias, which I have in hanging baskets because the bunnies always eat them. I will gladly sacrifice my petunia's for the bunnies mom, and they work as a barrier to keep the dogs out. You can see Sophie trying to scheme to get past it all.

You can see a close up of the babies ...The mom has done a good job camouflaging them in all of my rose clippings and the leaves.