NG Punchout

Last night it seems J-Man and I were a bit abusive to each other.

He started it.

There I was in the middle of the night and J-Man decided to wake me up and not let me go back to sleep.  He started picking me up and tossing me in the air and joking like he wouldn't catch me.  I started screaming out to be careful and what about peg and stop this now.  He laughed and kept going saying it was fun.

Then I punched him.  Twice.

Here's the kicker, though.  That first part, with him throwing me and me screaming, that part was actually a dream.

The punching part, my fist connecting with J-Man's back, that part was real-life action.

Yes, I punched my husband during the night.  While cuddling as big spoon. (What, girls can be big spoon if they want!)

He woke up, confused of course, asking why I just punched him.  I explained he was being mean.  He probed further.  I told him he was throwing me around.

That's when I realized maybe he hadn't thrown me around but that I really had punched him.

Whoopsie.

Luckily he got back to sleep and when I stopped laughing at the silliness of it all, so did I.