2009-10-16
10/16/09
I woke up in a bit of a mood. I've not slept well for the past three nights.
I'm one of those people who truly NEEDS a good 8 hours of sleep. Any less and I'm off my game. Apparently three nights without it, turns me into a raving lunatic.
The reason I'm not sleeping well?
Yeah, that would be the 100lb heavier than me, hunk-o-man who sleeps with me. Apparently he has decided that I'm the perfect pillow/mattress topper. I swear he wakes me up several times a night because his snuggling has gotten out of control and he's tucked me into some weird position like I'm his xtra pillow. I say (less nicely each time) "GET OFF OF ME!" He does. Until he goes right back to sleep (approximately 3.2 seconds) then I'm right back where I started.
I didn't set the alarm for this morning. The girls don't have school, so I could have slept in. The last time he woke me up, I glanced at the clock and thought it read 5:02. I sighed, moved Bill away AGAIN and tried to go back to sleep.
It's almost funny how quickly he is right back there. It's like he's made of metal and I'm a huge magnet. He can't help himself.
I huffed and puffed and blew the bed down! Ok, not really. I tried to explain that he HAD TO STOP. "I'm freaking exhausted. You are waking me up several times every night."
He answer was very Bill like "Oh you love it and you know it." I tried to get up and he grabbed my leg playfully. I punched him in the arm several times (not playfully.)
As soon as the dogs heard me in the bathroom, they began to bark, fight and snarl. Each one wants to be the FIRST one out of the kennel.
I bellowed "SHUT UP!" They quieted down.
I did my little morning routine.
Turn on the computer. Turn off the night light (We sleep upstairs and the girls sleep downstairs. I leave a night light on at the top of the stairs, so they can see if they want something up here.) Open the door to let the cats out. Pour my coffee.
I usually get out of bed around 5:15, and the coffee pot turns on at 5:00, so it's piping hot and ready for me.
This morning...no coffee. Instant panic! Is the coffee pot broken. Oh no! Not today!
It was fine. It hadn't turned on because it was only 4:32am! At that precise moment, the dogs began their bark, fight, snarl thing again.
"SHUT UP OR I WILL BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!"
During the previous few minutes I'd heard Bill moving around in the bedroom, getting ready to get up.
After my second BELLOW, he (very wisely ) decided to try to get a little more sleep.
I turned on the coffee pot and let the dogs out.
An hour later, I'm feeling much better. My hands no longer itch to wrap themselves around Bill's throat. I'm no longer tempted to empty a container of super glue into his chapstick.
But, so help me, one of us is sleeping on the couch tonight.