bed wars

It is a fact that HOBL and I struggle with our

sleep habits.

I often say that growing up I had my own room

then I got married and had to share and that

was just not right.

When the babies were young it was important

that we share a bedroom, for whatever

that taught them about being a married couple.

I am not going to lie, I longed for the day

I could sleep in my bed by myself all the time.

Part of this is the fault of having a marriage

that your love works away for extended periods of time.

Anyhoo, now HOBL and I cannot agree on sleep patterns.

Many nights he suffers from insomnia and lands up

sleeping on the sofa with all the pups.

Some nights we make an attempt to sleep in the

same bed all night.

Last night was one of those nights.

We lay down, he with the remote and his three pups

and me with my ereader.

All is quiet until his Ambien kicks in...

has to eat, which means he is getting up at least three

times for snacks. No biggie, right?

But everytime he gets up, the pups are up and moving

and barking and jumping out the bed.... UGh!!!

Then there is the blanket war.

I like my blankies all neat with no wrinkles and smoothly

over my whole body, HOBL has to mess all of them

up and kick his feet out of the bottom

then he has to add a fleece blanket over his body....

UGH times two!

OH then its lights out because he falls asleep with

the remote in his hands flipping channels.

He isn't sleeping he is "resting"

Oh whatever....

Okay so tv is off, lights are off...

the light snoring begins and then begins the bed wars.

I cannot take the snoring and he can't stand to "hear me breathe"

I swear... I cannot breathe...

All my thoughts on these nights are revolved around who will

make it the whole night in the bed and who will bale first.

He hits me in the head with his elbow.

I wake him up to make him turn on his side.

I put the dogs between his legs

he pulls my neat covers.

Last night is really bad because I am already having a not

so good night. Up at every hour to try and get comfortable

and shake the bed or shake the HOBL all in the hopes that

he will bale first.

At 2 am I am ready to call myself the biggest looser.

I am about to grab my pillow and go in the guest room

when by some miracle, HOBL wakes up from a dead sleep,

grabs his pillow and puppies and heads to the sofa.

I am breathing to loud.

Ahhhhh, finally I can sleep.

I won the bed war last night but the more I keep

thinking about it Lucy and Desi Arnez

had something going when they had

twin beds in their bedroom.