Sleep Hitting
If I had known how difficult it was to sleep (I mean really sleep) with someone, I would have just forgone the Cal King and gotten two double beds with a nightstand and lamp in the middle. But no, nobody tells you that being sleep compatible is an important part of marrriage. I suspect because not many people are, and it's a dirty little secret.
Because seriously? I cannot sleep (again, head.out.of.gutter) with my own husband.
The other day I was minding my own freaking business, fast asleep at some ungodly single digit hour and people, I was smacked!
Not exactly used to getting hit in the stomach while fast asleep, I made some sort of noise, which I would expect exactly 99.9% of the rest of the population would do as well. Please tell me that you wouldn't just roll over?
Apparently, my husband took my cry of dismay over being sucker punched as some sort of disapproval of him and left to go sleep on the couch. He may have been right, come to think of it.
But the next morning, Gina was the bad guy. Gina kicked him out of bed. He was just trying to see if I was there, and it was a loving gesture that I twisted around into something it wasn't.
His love of shopping only barely makes up for crap like that, I'm telling you.
Because seriously? I cannot sleep (again, head.out.of.gutter) with my own husband.
The other day I was minding my own freaking business, fast asleep at some ungodly single digit hour and people, I was smacked!
Not exactly used to getting hit in the stomach while fast asleep, I made some sort of noise, which I would expect exactly 99.9% of the rest of the population would do as well. Please tell me that you wouldn't just roll over?
Apparently, my husband took my cry of dismay over being sucker punched as some sort of disapproval of him and left to go sleep on the couch. He may have been right, come to think of it.
But the next morning, Gina was the bad guy. Gina kicked him out of bed. He was just trying to see if I was there, and it was a loving gesture that I twisted around into something it wasn't.
His love of shopping only barely makes up for crap like that, I'm telling you.
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I like to go to sleep with the tv. Him - No. I can sleep thru the cat jumping on the bed...him not so much. He has to have earplugs, a sound machine and a heavy comforter to sleep in. Me - not at all. I can sleep through him accidentially hitting me, touching me, etc. He can't.
Its wierd b/c I grew up watching all those shows wiht the couples going to sleep together, all snuggly and happy and nope.
Of course, there was the one night about 3 years ago when I moved the dog over to the middle of the bed, and she accidentally sat on hubby's arm, and he FREAKED out. He rolled over so fast b/c he thought someone was attacking him, or something, that he dislocated his shoulder! What a nightmare! It was a recurring old injury, and I freaked out b/c he was in so much pain and yelling and screaming, but he finally put it back in himself, and we TRIED to go back to sleep. I never want that to happen again!
What about fighting for the blanket. We won't even go there. That's why I have a separate blanket for myself. Before that it was a fight to keep myself warm.
I think I might have to pack my bags and go and sleep with you. I promise I don't hit. OK?
The snoring, farting bastard will be all the way across the room.
I jest, but kind of not.
Heidi :)
I would love love love my own bed, my own room, and on at at least a few days of this 31 year marriage, my own house.