This weekend we ducked into Caletas for a must needed relaxing Sunday. Renee has just now started having trouble sleeping and has sought out such aides as frozen pees, washcloths, frozen washcloths, tiger balm, and an ungodly amount of pillows. I walked into the living room and saw her sleeping in what could have been construed as the couch equivalent to a straight jacket.
Sleep holds only one option for us now and to describe it in words is virtually impossible. The finale of the sleep position involves a hand that lays across my face and jumps around through the night. Additionally sleep can involve noises if you weren't already resting in this dream Utopia. Renee also can make wolf noises during the night. I'm not joking.
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