Hubby and I were in bed, asleep, before 10pm last night. However, as
Middle was a bit restless, as usual. (He's our resident nighttime crier and light sleeper.) Eldest had a stuffy nose, so was intermittently sniffling and coughing. And then Baby woke up, calling for me. However, as I had already been up tending to both Middle and Eldest, when I heard Baby's pleas at 3am, I
So when Hubby stumbled off to Baby's room, I rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom. Without turning on any lights.
I didn't realize Hubby had returned to the bedroom until I heard his footsteps trudging down the bedroom hallway towards me. In the bathroom. In the dark. On the toilet. Peeing.
Although I was groggy, my mind began racing. If I didn't say something quickly, Hubby would most likely enter the bathroom, whip it out, and pee on me!
So the first thing that popped into my head came out of my mouth: a throaty "RAH!"
Hubby just about had a heart attack. He leapt backwards, yelled in gibberish at me, and stomped off to the other bathroom.
Could NOT stop giggling. The image of his underwear-clad body blocking the door frame, then jumping back in such fright (both of his feet easily left the ground) was totally comedic.
When he re-entered the bedroom, still grumbling, I had to turn my head and bury it in the pillow so as to muffle my guffaws.
This morning passed by in the usual flurry of activity, so last night's scare-fest wasn't mentioned. Besides, it was one of those weird 3am occurrences where you think about it in the morning and wonder, "Did that really happen or did I dream it?"
So tonight after dinner, as the boyz were racing around and Hubby and I were cleaning up, he said to me in passing, "You know, you're lucky I didn't attack you last night."
And then I remembered.
And then I collapsed in a heap of laughter on the kitchen floor while Hubby sputtered:
"What the heck were you thinking?!"
"Why didn't you turn on the bathroom light?"
"Why didn't you just say to me, 'Hey, I'm in here.'?
As I re-enacted his reaction for him, I think he may have chuckled. A little. But he was (and is) still pissed that I scared him like that.
And I did (and still do) think it was frigging hilarious.