So last night...

Chloe has been having nightmares for a while now. It is really heartbreaking and it is starting to make Jameson and I even more sleep deprived. But mostly it is really sad seeing her so scared. We've put a nightlight in her room, played church music as she sleeps... We're running out of creative ideas so we'll be talking to the doctor about that come next Tuesday.

So last night Chloe woke herself up and I was on the way to help her out when something really odd happened. As I was rolling out of bed I had the distinct impression that I needed a blanket to help Chloe. So I started to pull a blanket off the bed. It was a rather stubborn blanket. And you have to understand, I wasn't all there.

Finally it started to give way and then Jameson grunted. He asked what I was doing and I think I told him that I needed a blanket. So he rolled over and relinquished the blanket. Now, there was only a sheet and a quilt. I took Jameson's main blanket. I'm a nice wife like that. Then I went in to Chloe, gave her binky back to her, turned her music on and she was asleep.

Yup. I TOTALLY needed that blanket.
Sorry Love.