Maybe it's because it's the wee hours of the morning and I can't sleep which is making me just a little bit irked. Maybe it's that every last part of my body has decided to scream in pain because of that time of the month and I'm feeling a delightful combination of headache, sniffles, naseau, and radiating pain throughout my back, tummy and hips. Yes, I'm in quite the mood...but I digress...
I'm a typical suburban woman with a terrible nighttime secret- I sleep with a bed hog. No, scratch that. I sleep with the human steam roller. Why a human steamroller, you ask? Because nearly each night at around 2 or 3am, my husband starts to fuss in bed and will plow his way right over my side and into me. Miraculously (Praise Jesus!), I've been able to adapt and sleep on a record width of roughly 20 inches on my back and even less on my side. Yes, I actually got up and measured one time after hubby protested "I don't hog the bed that much!".
But tonight is different. Tonight I feel miserable and that man decided it was time to evict me from the bed again. It starts with a nudge. Then an arm gets thrown over...and if it lands across me just right, it feels like he's hugging me which I kinda like. And then he starts to roll. Since I'm half asleep and don't have my wits about me, I recoil to edge and let the steamroller have his way. He's doing this all subconciously (maybe that should make me worry?), but nonetheless, he's doing it. Tonight, I was already awake due to my miserable state. Too many glasses of water last night so I staggered to bathroom...only to retun to find out that my little sleeping man has flopped totally onto my side of the bed. I'll need to correct that statement: He's flipped diagonally across the bed. Head and torso are sleeping like a baby on my side - and legs and feet are in dreamland on his side. There is no place for me now. And he looks so darn peaceful...so darn cute...so darn relaxed that I don't have the heart to wake him up. And anyhow, I know very well that my agitation is coming from pms hell more than my little steamroller. So I'm getting a blanket and sleeping on the couch.
Did I mention I feel awfully. Really. Two ovaries for sale here. I'll toss in the uterus for free if the bid is generous enough. Why do my wrists ache? I feel sick all over....I'm whinier in the middle of the night...
Wish me sleep.
I'm a typical suburban woman with a terrible nighttime secret- I sleep with a bed hog. No, scratch that. I sleep with the human steam roller. Why a human steamroller, you ask? Because nearly each night at around 2 or 3am, my husband starts to fuss in bed and will plow his way right over my side and into me. Miraculously (Praise Jesus!), I've been able to adapt and sleep on a record width of roughly 20 inches on my back and even less on my side. Yes, I actually got up and measured one time after hubby protested "I don't hog the bed that much!".
But tonight is different. Tonight I feel miserable and that man decided it was time to evict me from the bed again. It starts with a nudge. Then an arm gets thrown over...and if it lands across me just right, it feels like he's hugging me which I kinda like. And then he starts to roll. Since I'm half asleep and don't have my wits about me, I recoil to edge and let the steamroller have his way. He's doing this all subconciously (maybe that should make me worry?), but nonetheless, he's doing it. Tonight, I was already awake due to my miserable state. Too many glasses of water last night so I staggered to bathroom...only to retun to find out that my little sleeping man has flopped totally onto my side of the bed. I'll need to correct that statement: He's flipped diagonally across the bed. Head and torso are sleeping like a baby on my side - and legs and feet are in dreamland on his side. There is no place for me now. And he looks so darn peaceful...so darn cute...so darn relaxed that I don't have the heart to wake him up. And anyhow, I know very well that my agitation is coming from pms hell more than my little steamroller. So I'm getting a blanket and sleeping on the couch.
Did I mention I feel awfully. Really. Two ovaries for sale here. I'll toss in the uterus for free if the bid is generous enough. Why do my wrists ache? I feel sick all over....I'm whinier in the middle of the night...
Wish me sleep.
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