Mixed Up Days and Nights

My days and nights were mixed up in my head. I was uncomfortable going toward my weird bed. Day was night and sheep were jumping over my house. Was it time to get on my nightie or put on my good blouse? My husband was as confused as I was for sure. You’ve got sheep, great, but I have stepped in manure. I laughed and clapped and said some pretty silly stuff. So, the sheep are bothering you? Who cares? He said. “Tough!” But is it seven at night or seven during the day? I asked with a shirk. I want to now whether to count sheep now or get ready to go to work. How would I know? My husband asked me with the whine of a truck. Now it is raining frogs and toads, and I believe I see a big yellow duck.