*I wrote this the first week I started my blog. I’m sure a lot of what I wrote back then didn’t get read
just like now so 6 months later I’ve decided to repost it because I’m still really sick and it’s been hard to focus on writing when I’m coughing up my internal organs. You can also catch me over at Jayne’s blog Mum’s the Word where I have the privilege of being a guest blogger.
Time: 10 pm-ish
My hubby likes to lie in bed and have quiet time. He’ll read his Mother Jones or Popular Science magazine with our cat laying on his chest. I’ll be watching Friends and occasionally the hubby will point something out in his magazine.
I’ll nod, pretend I’m paying attention, and say something like “uh huh” or “oh cool”. After awhile he’ll put down his magazine, give the cat a few treats that she’ll puke up later, and turn off the light. Now this is where the fun starts.
Within ten minutes he’s snoring….loudly. Then he’ll start grinding his teeth. Ree Ree Ree Ree.
He hurt his leg awhile ago which can cause twitchy spasms. Maybe it’s because I keep my toenails so short but I think his toenails can rival Freddy Krueger. So his twitchy leg spasms trigger his Freddy Krueger toenails and he starts scratching the shit out of the sheets. Riiip Riiip Riiip.
Oh, did I mention that he likes to hang his feet over the end of the bed. So let’s recap.
He’s snoring away like a bear. Teeth grinding. Ree Ree Ree Ree. Leg twitching all over the place. Toenails slashing away at the sheets Riiip Riiip Riiip. And his feet are constantly pulling the covers down while I continually grab at them and pull up, grab and pull up.
I’m usually not asleep at this point, I mean how would that even be possible? By this time I’m reading US Weekly or watching Chelsea Handler. Every now and then I
punch him in the arm or jab his twitchy leg with my foot lightly tap him to stop his snoring.
A few hours later I’ll still be wide awake, reading or on the computer. His snoring will be so loud that it will usually wake him up. He’ll look at the clock and see how late it is. Then he’ll tell me he can’t sleep and that I’m keeping him up. He’s lucky that I love him so much.
*Sick stats – The little hummingbird – The snot machine that was her nose has finally shut down. Yay! Me – I’m slowly getting better but still have a bad cough. My lungs are being funky so my dr. put me on a nebulizer that I haven’t gotten yet.
The Hubby – He has the flu but I think he’s downplaying how he feels. Or maybe I just bitch and whine about being sick more than I thought. Yeah, that’s probably it. :^)