I need to preface this blog by saying I wasn’t in trouble. I wasn’t kicked out of bed or told to find another place to sleep. (What women don’t know is that guys don’t mind… it really is like camping out). And here we go…
Last night, I was drained. I work in radio, so it’s not like I did any extraneous physical work. I was just tired. I had half-open eyes in the final fifteen minutes of Mythbusters, which is unfortunate because it was a solid episode.
Last week, I forgot there were new episodes of Psych on USA. I did that again last week, but managed to watch most of the show with missing just a few moments near the beginning. I watched most of the show in bed, with Lucky (you remember her, right? If not, go back a few posts) curled up between my wife’s shoulder and my armpit. As you can imagine, it wasn’t that comfortable.
So Psych ends, and I put in a movie I had been watching the night before. I fall asleep (not surprising) before the flick ends. I wake up around 1:45am to find that my beautiful wife is out of bed (getting something to drink). She comes back to bed and almost immediately, falls back to sleep. Well, I’m awake now so I put the movie back on, finish it, and watch a little tv. It’s now near 3am.
I turn off the television and in the darkness, all I hear is breathing… not mine. I hear the dog sleeping on the floor and my wife sleeping next to me. It wasn’t snoring, mind you, just breathing.
I tried masking it with music, but to no avail.
I was out of options… I did the only thing I could think of…
I grabbed my pillow and my blanket and went to the spare bedroom, which is where we keep the bed that I have had since my teen years (it’s still comfy, but according to those mattress ads, I probably need a new mattress).
I vaguely remember having a song in my head when I drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I know, my wife is waking me up and telling me to go back to bed, since she is up for work.
That’s my story. I assure you, I was in no trouble.
Peace out.
Hooch