Last night I had the worst night's sleep. Firstly I stayed up way to late playing the stupid balloon popping game on Nic's phone. We are such a romantic couple, he was playing with his ITouch on one side of the bed, I was playing with the phone and we had one of the dogs in between us. Who said romance dies when you get married and have kids.
As I was just writing this I realized the ITouch could have been a great name for a sex toy! Sorry I digress!
I woke up to the sound of paper underneath the bed, it was pitch black and my inside voice was telling me "it was just the wrapping paper settling from the wrapping of Charlie's birthday presents and to go back to sleep". I love my inside voice its so rational! The trouble is a few minutes later I heard paper noise again. "Stop being crazy, there is nothing under the bed, its just the paper go back to sleep". Then came the mean inside voice that told me it could be a mouse - we had a mouse previously - of course it was when Nic was away and I would freak out about it until he came home and fixed the problem. Rational inside voice said "why the hell would a mouse try to risk his life by running past a sleeping dog (my other dog was on his dog bed) to rustle some paper. And do you know what my mean inside voice said "it happens on Tom and Jerry". Oh god, my internal voices are now joking with each other, in the mean time I am totally freaking out that there are mice under the bed. I think I am finally going crazy.
If I could have any Christmas present it would be for a deep, good nights sleep. Oh and just in case you were wondering what was making the noise - it was the stupid space bag.