
My Adult Son Is a Sleepwalker
I walked into the hallway with a rolling pin, thinking they were burglars. It was my son, looking for the printer in the broom closet.

The Nightly Concert of the Jaw
Venue: the bedroom. Performer: my husband. Instrument: his teeth. Ticket: none. Refund: impossible.
14-day guarantee: if it is not what you expected, tell us what we can improve and we will refund you. Request a refund
Also available in Spanish: Mi esposo aprieta los dientes: Bruxismo: el concierto nocturno de la mandíbula
These books are humor and general information and do not replace the opinion of a health professional.
Who it is for
It is for you if you live with your husband and want to understand what is going on, know what to do and laugh a little along the way, no lectures. It also works as a gift for whoever shares a home with them.
For your partner → · Sleep & sleepless nights → · Snoring, insomnia & sleep apnea →
It is for you if you live with your husband and want to understand what is going on, know what to do and laugh a little along the way, no lectures. It also works as a gift for whoever shares a home with them.
US$2.49, one-time payment in the Payhip store. You get the PDF instantly and read it on phone, tablet or computer.
These books are humor and general information and do not replace the opinion of a health professional.
Yes. You have 14 days from the purchase. Write to us from the store's contact page and tell us briefly what you did not like or what we can improve. With that feedback we refund your money to the same payment method. We ask for it because it helps us improve the books.
Why get it?
It is the friendliest way to say “I want to understand you” without a lecture: a short, funny ebook you can read in an afternoon. Read it to understand your husband better, or hand it to your husband with a smile and laugh together about what you both already know is happening.
A funny gift for anyone who sleeps next to a jaw soloist.
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