My SO and I don't fight. More accurately, can't fight. No, no, that's not right either. What we will not do is spend a night apart. Out of our own bed.
Aaw! Doesn't that make us sound cute! Nope. What that makes us is the the owners of one - count'em, one - Tempur mattress. (If you followed the link, that's SO and me in the picture. And our bedroom. Uh-huh.) Neither of us is prepared even remotely to spend the night on anything else. Spare bedroom? Couch? NO WA-AA-A-AY!
That said, even with the lure of that wonderful mattress, to which the lovely warm sleeping bod of SO comes an not-very-close second, for the last eighteen months I have been sleeping like crap. I don't get into bed until sometimes four o'clock, I'm awake by eight, and survive on the occasional cat-nap when I can. It's no fun, I tell you.
So how come, last night about 10-ish, I caught up with CSI (Keppler died. Grissom's back. You gotta love that beard.), curled up on the sofa (two seater. and I'm 5'6".) under a blanket and fell fast asleep. Didn't budge until seven and woke perfectly refreshed.
Some days I really have no idea.
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d'you know I haven't had a complete night's sleep this century (if you believe it started in 2000) but where I sleep the deepest is on the sofa usually mid film - bizarre isn't it?!
Mango, don't breathe a word to another soul. I think it's a conspiracy of silence for the sake of continuing the human race. As women don't that much talk about just how god-damn effing awful child-birth is. We do sleep better alone, but must pretend that sleeping with SO is more comfortable. It has its other benefits, of course.
One of my fantasies is having my own room. I dream of my own bed, surrounded by bits of cake and various books, magazines and papers.
As it is, I have to make sure I'm asleep before SO as his snoring is so bad.
Bib, what are these other benefits of which you speak?
my CH has one of those matresses
personally I've slept a whole lot better since I've been on the child-size camp-style sleepover bed in the spare room
but that might not be about the mattresses!
I had no idea anyone could have a whole nights sleep on a sofa. I've never been able to sleep a wink when i've been forced to sleep on one!
Sylvia, once in a while, a snugglette is a little boon. But then he'll moan that my hands are too cold, or it's late or point out some other imperfection. (I've slept like a dream on the sofa, alone, but try to block out the memory.)
...and keeping with the tradition of asking other commenters questions, sorry to be dim, ILTV, but what's a CH?
tempuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrr.
i covet this space age sleep system! i need the millions of special bonded polymers which do not transfer motion! i long to take the wineglass test...and PASS!
i cannot tell you how many times they've sold me this thing on late night tv.
as it is i had to move into a separate bedroom across the house from my husband because his snoring and other sleep disorders were making me psychotic. best thing that ever happened to our marriage, apart from the kid moving out!
bib - are we involved with the same man? What's with the excuses?
FN - I share your pain - I have to fall asleep way before Him as the snoring is dreadful.
Oh how I wish I had my own room.
BiiiiiB! I really didn't want that to be the answer! Separate rooms! Or go terribly 1950s and the Hays Code and Gable and Colbert in twin beds.
Which actually (Looking at the time) is looking a terrific idea.
But FN, what do you do about ESS EE ECKS?
Mimi - maybe you haven't met the right sofa!
Sylvia - I love your idea of decor.
And I,LTV, I can hazzard a guess at the H, but the C? There are many, many ways this could go.
I used to make my ex sleep on the sofa and I slept like a baby in his bed. Granted the relationship didn't last long.
um, we...
have always, um...
preferred the living room.
so this is not a problem.
sorry you asked, huh.
(current)
(not that I have any plans to get me another, once this is all over)
Sylvia, not sure. I may be a worse snorer. Is yours a terrible, terrible nag? And Russian? (I knew folk with your surname in London once. Are there a lot of you? Seems unlikely...)
No, mine's not Russian, he's from the Planet Wimbledon. He does nag a bit, I suppose, but not as much as me! My surname is very common. It's the Italian version of Simpson, or something like that.
The buggers are lucky to have us. Who are these men who want sex all the time? Why have I never met them? Where have I gone wrong?
Well, ILTV - in the words of the blessed Kylie - better the devil you know!
Mr K and I need a new mattress. I'm thinking (wishing for) a Vi-Spring. Combed lambswool mmmm, hand-tufted mmmm. I also covet a goose-down duvet, linen sheets and a calm and lovely bedroom.
Can't sleep alone any more.
happy mothers day! here in america, anyway. take a day trip and come be pampered!
XOOfn
*waving*
:-)
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