The Princess & The Rhino
- gprentice8
- Mar 25, 2018
- 2 min read
Last night we had a pretty awful night sleep. I say we because when the one handed bandit is up, I am unfortunately also up. I am an early bird and a VERY light sleeper. I am still being stubborn and not moving myself or him (the more likely solution let’s be honest) into the spare room, because I am trying to embrace the opportunity of actually sharing a bed with my husband 7 days a week and I’m not sure when, or if ,this might end. That isn’t meant to sound as morbid as it does… I mean when he goes back to work, not his untimely death – although to be honest if this snoring continues, it may be on the cards.
But it’s true. Sharing a bed with someone for longer than a weekend is a luxury for those who live unaccompanied or away from their partners. People actually laugh at me when I tell them I don’t go and sleep in the spare room, or worse say “well it’s your own fault that you’re tired then”. Whilst I appreciate it is, these people have no clue what it’s like sleeping alone for the majority of the week whilst there partner is somewhere else. We might sleep at opposite sides of the bed trying not to physically touch each other and sometimes erect a wall of pillows just so I don’t kick him in the middle of the night – but knowing he is there is such a comfort – in fact it’s really hard to put into words what it actually gives me.
The other question I get is “well if you’re not going to move him, why don’t you wake him?” So for those who haven’t read my other blog or don’t have the back story, hubby is currently trying to recover from his second wrist reconstruction. It sounds trivial but it’s as bad as he gets a couple of hours of broken sleep, he can’t hold a pint glass (a key thing obviously!) and is pretty much debilitated by pain for the majority of the day. To wake him is an absolute no no. So whilst the rhino gets his beauty sleep, muggins here can only think this is a character building experience and must be God’s way of getting me ready for a devil child in the future.
This injury really is the gift that keeps on giving because when he doesn’t sleep he is restless. Tossing and turning. Up and down getting tablets or going to the loo. And as I mentioned, me being a light sleeper and actually hating seeing him in pain, I then can’t sleep either. It’s a twisted state of affairs.
Am I the only one who relishes the time so much with their other halves that they put up with the torture of not sleeping, or do you wave the white flag and head for the spare room? Am I being too precious over this all?
GL
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