Then on Monday night, we both had been sleeping horribly, and I woke up at 5am. 5am is what I like to call 'the magic hour' because if I wake up at anytime during the 5:00 hour, I will be awake until 6 hits. Also, on the flip side, if I am trying to stay up all night, I can do fine until 5am hits and then I will crash. So I had been awake for about 30 minutes when Branden woke up, jumped a bit, and then went to the bathroom and was in there for a bit. He came out, crawled into bed and told me that something had bit him so he reached down and grabbed something round and squishy which he threw out of bed. I had a minor panic attack and asked if it was a spider? He said that he thought it was a tick... I just started giggling. Wild bed ticks aren't something I had ever heard of but Branden was certain it was a tick. (we had been talking about ticks before bed). He went back to sleep and by 6am, I finally did too...until at about 7am, he started freaking out in his sleep. I woke him up and he muttered something about scorpions pinching him and then he fell back asleep. Well, as if wild bed ticks weren't bad enough! Now I've got to worry about Irish scorpions! Later, when Branden was awake and coherent, he figured that he just was poked by a crumb in bed and then grabbed a lint ball...so much for tick bites!
We of course have been laughing about all of this over the past few days. Usually I'm the one being silly so it's nice when Branden decides to take some of the job!