Jennifer Plesko

Lately, hubby has been spending a lot of time at the house we still own in College Station so that he can finish remodeling it and we can finally sell it. Although I don’t see much of him, the idea of having all of my belongings in one place (including my dogs) and not paying for two places to live makes it all seem worthwhile.

Unfortunately, he has had some wicked insomnia recently and last night was no exception. He took his Ambien as usual and waited for it to kick in. But since he has an Amy Winehouse-like tolerance, it sometimes takes a long time for him to fall asleep. That means he’s awake longer in an Ambien-induced stupor. That’s when the craziness begins.

The following are texts I woke up to last night that I’m not sure he remembers sending (Ambien-induced typos included)…

1:51 AM

Him: I should not grout after wine and anbuen

Me: What happened?

1:52 AM

Him: Just saying… I was thing about it… Not gonna… Xbox less destructive

Me: Okay - I was picturing some kind of grout disaster

1:53 AM

Him: Go to sleep

Me: Working on it

1:54 AM

Him: Of was all in my head… Thought “maybe e could do this” decided too anal

1:57 AM

Him: Are wine glasses made with stems so that you don’t need a coaster with then?

Me: I guess

1:59 AM

Him: I went and tanned today. Figured if I was gonna have a belly it should atleast have a pleasing color

Me: I thought about it. Haven’t done it yet

2:01 AM

Him: Gotten qineglasses to reduce cup rings?

Me: You should quit fighting sleep. Your texts are getting less legible

2:03 AM

Him: I’m playing football too – winning

2:05 AM

Him: You should sleep you have to be up early

Me: Well you keep making my phone beep

He stayed awake two and a half hours after this. God help him if he has to be put under anesthesia at some point.