Marriage and sleep, a tough combination. In our house every night is like sleep roulette. Hey, what’s going to prevent sleep tonight? Snoring, kids, coughing, too hot, too cold, frequent urination? Ugh. I firmly believe that embracing separate bedrooms could save marriages. Think about it…A good night’s sleep in your own bed. It doesn’t mean that you don’t love each other. It means you care enough to say, your sleep means more to me than your body heat.
The demise of our blissful sleeping started when I was pregnant. All kinds of weird stuff started happening to my body. And at 7 months – bluh. I needed an airlift just to get me into the bed. Then once I was in it, moving around was even worse. I felt like a giant submarine with messed up ballast. But, my husband’s favorite part? My snoring. Oh my, I started sawing logs at night like a drunken boyfriend. He couldn’t take it. Luckily, we were in a two bedroom apartment at the time. He could leave and sleep in the other room. I have to confess, when he would leave, I was secretly happy. Now I could roll my glorious belly over and stake claim to the whole bed. Ahhhhhhh.
So here we are tonight, what do we do? I have a cough, and my husband can’t stand the ridiculous amount of blankets I need. What any wise couple would do – somebody gets sent to the sofa. Only now, I’m suspicious that my husband might be secretly happy.
