Something Creative
For a truly well-rested, slightly less obsessive me I need 8-10 hours of sleep. I survive on much less most of the time. As of late my sleeping habits have suffered from all the fascinating projects I’ve undertaken. With so much to see, read and listen to sleep is not a priority. I’ve once again reached the stage where I justify my lack of proper rest with “I can sleep when I’m dead”. (I received strict orders to sleep well recently & am complying to the best of my ability…even if that means a nap).
Another problem is the 3 ring circus that is my bedroom. I’ve never been a quiet sleeper. I’ve been known to talk in my sleep (good grief I try not to think about all the crazy that comes out then) as well as toss & turn like a gymnast. Things are not improved with the addition of another person. Hubby is also a “mover” when he sleeps. Well mover might be a bit of an understatement. The man has a left hook that will ring your bell. How I’ve never gotten a black eye from that middle of the night sock to the eye is a Sherlock Holmes style mystery. I can be sound asleep one minute & then with ninja speed he’ll hit me so hard I’m pretty sure I’ve got Bugs Bunny stars whirling around my head. (Now I know what you all are thinking….no it’s not on purpose & he doesn’t ever remember doing it {so he says} and I have to believe him right?)
Along with all my rolling around, the boxing match to my side and the snoring (yes I snore like a freight train at times, if you want to sleep over & it bothers you bring ear plugs…this is your only warning.) we also have our beloved if irrationally needy dogs. Our dogs (Black lab/Irish Setter cross) are adorable & fairly well-behaved. However they simply will not remain on their couch. (Our bedroom is massive, the one great feature of this house. We not only have all the traditional bedroom furniture {don’t even think it…you know who you are} but also my desk & a couch for the dogs.) At any given point in the night I’m to be heard hollering in a semi-coma state, “Get off the bed” or alternately “On the floor” in the most petulant of tones.
No wonder my repose has not been the priority in my life. How is a girl ever supposed to relax, find her favorite sleeping position and drift off to dreamland with that ruckus going on?
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