The Husband on Ambien
Apparently, instead of putting him to sleep, Ambien gives The Husband ADD. To wit: an hour after taking it, he was rifling through the contents of my desk, asking me if we should take graph paper to Greece so we could design houses. I told him to go to bed, but he said he had “important stuff” to do on his computer…and spent that time reading blogs. Then he asked for a haircut, which I didn’t do. When he finally did come to bed, he got up about four times to go to the bathroom, to get a drink, to go downstairs for some reason, to check on the cats. Which is all to say, THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR THE PLANE.
Because, dear readers, today we leave for Greece.