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Oh, dear heavens.
I'm working on day seven of sleep deprivation. If I've been weird or cranky this week, I'm gonna chalk it up to that. Married girls, do you know what I'm saying? It's really hard for me to go to sleep when hubs isn't there.
Now I realize that he sleeps more deeply that most people in comas, and that he starts a loud snore exactly 12 seconds after he turns out his light and his head hits the pillow (not an exaggeration, I've timed it), but there's something comforting about my big, dumb, blond Texan being in the bed next to me. Mostly, because I know when push comes to shove, that he could totally protect me from all enemies, foreign and domestic. But actually, it's habit. And the way my leg falls over his immediately, when we sleep is like, the BEST thing in the world..
Ahem. All mushiness aside, I've been getting offline about midnight, when no one is writing or I simply can't anymore, and then instead of sleeping, I go wandering around my house. I lay in bed and watch TV, do laundry, watch the lights of the Christmas tree... all manner of ridiculous things to be done in the wee hours of the morning. Last night, the last time I remember looking at the clock was around 1:15. And I thought, 'Oh, okay. Not bad. The boys might sleep til 7(*hysterical cackle*), and that's still decent.
Silly girl.
( Maddening black lab story under here )
I'm working on day seven of sleep deprivation. If I've been weird or cranky this week, I'm gonna chalk it up to that. Married girls, do you know what I'm saying? It's really hard for me to go to sleep when hubs isn't there.
Now I realize that he sleeps more deeply that most people in comas, and that he starts a loud snore exactly 12 seconds after he turns out his light and his head hits the pillow (not an exaggeration, I've timed it), but there's something comforting about my big, dumb, blond Texan being in the bed next to me. Mostly, because I know when push comes to shove, that he could totally protect me from all enemies, foreign and domestic. But actually, it's habit. And the way my leg falls over his immediately, when we sleep is like, the BEST thing in the world..
Ahem. All mushiness aside, I've been getting offline about midnight, when no one is writing or I simply can't anymore, and then instead of sleeping, I go wandering around my house. I lay in bed and watch TV, do laundry, watch the lights of the Christmas tree... all manner of ridiculous things to be done in the wee hours of the morning. Last night, the last time I remember looking at the clock was around 1:15. And I thought, 'Oh, okay. Not bad. The boys might sleep til 7(*hysterical cackle*), and that's still decent.
Silly girl.
( Maddening black lab story under here )
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