This morning at 12:30 I got ripped out of sleep by the loudest crash I’ve ever heard in my house.
Heart pounding, I sat straight up and yelled “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
My husband was lying on the floor. Bro had literally fallen out of the bed.
Still half asleep and confused, he looked up and mumbled:
“I don’t know… I was parachuting. I crashed.”
You guys, I’ve replayed this moment like 15 times today and every single time I lose it.
He’s totally fine. Before I passed back out I told him “just so you know, I’m dragging you on the timeline in the morning.” He cracked up and said “do your worst.”
This man really took such a brutal L in his own dream that his body decided to commit in real life too.
Peak husband behavior. Marriage is undefeated