A Touch of Irony

How’s this for a touch of irony?

My husband sleep walks. Old news. We all know this, right?

Well, recently he accused ME of sleepwalking.

The thing is, I know for a fact that he was sleepwalking at the exact moment he is trying to say I was sleepwalking. He was talking and walking around, like he usually does when he’s stressed out and has too much to do (check out his blog for that whole saga). And I said, “Babe, come back to bed” – like I ALWAYS do when he sleepwalks. I said this like I ALWAYS do, really gently, because he freaks out if he gets woken up in the middle of an episode. He came back to bed and went back to sleep – clueless – like he ALWAYS is.

So the next morning we get up and he says, “You were sleepwalking last night!”

What?

He proceeded to explain that I was up and talking and he had to tell me to go back to sleep.

I cracked up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said. “YOU were sleepwalking!”

Round and round we went, but no amount of logic on my part would convince him that I was not, in fact, sleepwalking. It still won’t. He is convinced that I was the one sleepwalking.

Now really, given our track records – who do you believe in this scenario?