And my poor wife is my biggest victim. Fortunately for me, she has discovered my nighttime Dr. Jeckle personality that talks in his sleep over the past 7 years of marriage. Unfortunately, unless seriously stirred from my nighttime stuper, I can be just plain mean.Case in point - On Monday I went to bed early, just so that I could be prepared to wake up in the early morning to care for Isa, who has been waking up between 3am to 4am with allergy congestion. Vero was working late on some translation stuff, so she went to bed pretty tired.

When she heard Isa starting to cry because she was waking up, she nudged me and asked me to go take care of her.

“No, I don’t want to,” was my cold-hearted response.

“But you said you would. Don’t you remember? That’s why you went to bed early,” she pleaded.

“Well, I don’t want to and I’m not going to,” were my final words before drifting back into la la land.

This kind of conversation alwasy gets recounted back to me in the morning, since I can’t remember ever having the conversation - or any interaction - during the night. Vero is a good sport, and somehow tells me the story with laughter in the morning. But she really has to turn on the bull-dozer to shake me awake in the middle of the night to bypass Dr. Jeckle in order to access Mr. Hyde.