Wednesday night, 3am:
Me1: Ooh, first waking at 3am? Excellent! Looks like we’ll only be up once tonight.
Me2: Shut up you idiot! You’ve totally jinxed that now. Quick! Think something negative.
Me1: Er, um, I bet we’re up again at 5.
5am:
Me1: Did I make this happen?
Me2: Yes. You didn’t really believe it, did you?
Me1: <hangs head>
Thursday night, 3.45am
Me1: Ooh, waking even later.
Me2: <glares>
Me1: Er, I bet we’re still getting up again at 5 though.
5.15am
Me1: Hang on. I never said we’d still be up at 5. I envisioned making it back to bed for at least half an hour.
Me2: That’s your problem: you’re not pessimistic enough.
Friday night, 1am
Me (just 1 me now, I had a lie in on Thursday so I’m not yet sleep deprived enough to start talking to myself.): WTF?!
4am
Me: bleugh
Saturday morning, 6am
Me: You’re not going back to sleep, are you?
Thomas: <grins>
Me: OK, fine. It’s lucky you’re cute.
6.30am
Thomas: <yawns, rubs eyes, starts grizzling>
Me: Oh you’re tired. Any idea why that might be? Personally, I feel full of the joys of Spring <rolls eyes>.
12.30pm
It’s lunchtime. I’m starving. His lordship is still asleep after nearly 3hrs of napping.
Ah, the 3am-5am insanity inducing nights…you have my sympathies! Don’t worry, it will pass. (Fingers crossed so as to deactivate any jinx energy in that statement).
I have lost count of the number of these conversations I’ve had; you know you’re in trouble when you get to counter-jinxing the counter-jinxs.