Do you get a good night’s sleep every single night? If you do then I must ask do you share a bed every single night? Because if you answered yes to both those things then I have to ask What is your dadgum secret?
I love my husband. I love that every night I can curl up in his arms and fall asleep. I especially love the fact that every night we touch as we fall asleep either by holding hands, cuddling, or (as is typical in the winter) with my cold feet / hands pressed up against his nice warm body!
He doesn’t like that part so much. Wonder why…
However, here lately I’ve had an issue. A might big issue. A might grumpy issue. An issue called insomnia. But that insomnia, it’s not my fault oh no.
We painted our lovely bedroom a nice calm shade of green. We’ve lowered the
ugly blinds to create a dark atmosphere perfect for snoozing. The bed has fresh sheets and (more importantly to me) perfect pillows and a feather down comforter. A fan stirs the air without freezing us out creates the perfect white noise. The cats have settled at our feet. Alex is asleep by the time his head hits the pillow. Clearly all is working as it should be. Except…I’m not sleeping.
So much so that I was an evil witch the other night. You see, Alex and I are on two COMPLETELY different schedules. His weekend nights are Sunday night and Monday night since he has both Monday and Tuesday off. Mine is more like the average workers, Friday and Saturday. Which means, that on the night I have to go to bed at a decent hour Alex wants to stay up playing video games, etc. No issues at all with this.
Although, clearly the issue last night was he got up to get a drink after getting frustrated with a level and I proceeded to solve that entire level in a whopping oh…2 minutes. Ooopsie!
The issue comes that Alex will typically fall asleep on the couch or wherever, wake up around say 2 a.m. or so, and then realizing he’s not in bed stumble his way to our bedroom where he will crawl into bed and immediately crash back out.
I am a light sleeper. This plan of action drives me batty.
So the other night when, yet again, Alex was staying up late to “just finish one more level baby. Then I’ll come to bed.” I promptly turned into an evil wife and quietly informed him that he had best not be planning to sleep in our bedroom. I then also kicked the cats out and shut the door.
That’s right I kicked hubby to the guest bed.
So far no complaints, just a comment that we need to put the other down comforter on our guest bed now too. It’s getting quite cold after all.
But guess what, I DON’T FEEL GUILTY. No siree. No guilt here. Because me, I slept like a queen!
Have you ever been kicked out, or moved out, of your normal bed just for a night of decent sleep?