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When I met Kevin, about 200 years ago, I remember spending the weekend with his family and hearing his grandmother snore. In my entire life I had NEVER heard anything like it. Then I discovered that his dad snored too.
Now, I need perfect conditions to sleep. It needs to be comfortable, it needs to be dark, it needs to be cool, and I need a fan for white noise but MOST OF ALL it needs to be quiet. My hearing is unfortunately very good so every little noise annoys me.
This wasn’t a problem for the first 25 years of our marriage. Kevin rarely snored. In fact, Kevin had told me that I occasionally snored and this didn’t bother me because obviously if I was sleeping hard enough to snore then I couldn’t hear myself snore. See?
But now … NOW, Kevin has been snoring. I always wondered how that would happen and I have figured it out. You see, Kevin and I both used to sleep on our sides hence NO SNORING but now both of Kevin’s shoulders need surgery (ugghhh…I know) so he mostly has to sleep on his back because it hurts too much to sleep on his shoulder.
As a result, he snores. Now I’ve gotten used to it a little bit but now he has a cold and OH MY GOD!!! I thought I was going to kill somebody last night.
This morning someone said to me “Lynn don’t you have a lot of spare bedrooms?” and ya know what? I do but I have never ever slept in a different room from Kevin since we have been together. Well, except when one of us is traveling or something. Obviously then we’re in different rooms.
“Nope” I said, ”It feel likes that’s the beginning of the end sleeping in different rooms” so the end result is that I’m tired. I’m also wondering whether I’ll actually kill him in his sleep.
She was surprised about that because apparently she’s gotten angry before and gone to a different room. “I never do that because I can’t sleep if I’m upset so I have to badger Kevin until it’s all rectified before I can sleep.” That’s why I refuse to be chased out of my own bed.
At any rate, I’m really tired today and a bit worried about the snoring tonight. You know, because Kevin still has a cold and two bad shoulders. Nobody ever told me I’d have to put up with this crap.
Does this fall under the better or worse scenario? I’m not sure but I’m going to check it out. Well, if I wake up enough.