That is our bed. It's an awesome bed shared with an awesome person. It is the only place that I sleep. I am not a sofa napper, or a lounge chair drifter. It is the bed or awake. Last night it was the bed AND awake.
I could not fall asleep. It was the trifecta of insomnia in that room. Amazing Husband was snoring and try as I might I could not keep him off his back. I politely ask him to roll over and he politely agrees and rolls over for like 90 seconds and then rolls back. Not his fault. He never snored until I forced him to move to the pollen filled midwest. Added to the noise issue was Samten and his notorious dog farts. Kysa can back me up on this one; Sam has the worse dog farts in the history of dog farts. They rise silently up from his place next to my side of the bed and float like evil little clouds until they burst above my head. It is so noxious that I lay with the blanket over my head.
However, I think the real culprit in my inability to sleep scenario was these:
I scored the last bag of them at the grocery store yesterday and ate half the bag. They are like candy crack to me. Once one hits my mouth it must be followed by 20 more. I was on the mother of sugar highs. Thank goodness they only make them at Valentine's day. (If they are available at other times I do not want to know.)
So I lay there with my eyes wide open watching the clock flip past midnight and finally got up. I got a bowl of Mrs Fisher's chips (equally as unhealthy as the sugar hearts, but effective in killing a sugar high while drowning my insomnia sorrows in yumminess) and watched some television. I watched the Fashion Police people annihilate the Grammy attendees for their questionable fashion choices. Joan Rivers is just hateful so I turned from that to an episode of House Hunters (another of my obsessions) where a husband convinces his wife and young family to move from San Diego and the support of her family to Baja, Mexico where she does not speak the language and he will leave her alone with two kids under 4 six days a week while he entertains clients. I predict that marriage lasted just long enough for the camera crew to pull away. I played 17 games (I counted) of spider solitaire until I finally won. At 1:45 I went back to bed. Last time I remember seeing on the clock was 3:15. I am guessing that my ability to make any real sense today is somewhat limited.
For those of you with the ability to lay down in bed and fall immediatly asleep, count your blessings. (You have no need to count sheep.) It's a gift, as are cinnamon hearts to which I will just say no to today. As for the snoring and the dog farts? Sometimes love requires ear plugs and frebreeze. Small prices to pay for big time love.