I make my bed every morning, simply because it intrigues me.
The evidence of how we sleep, hubby and I, is starkly apparent.
His side is hardly mussed…the top corner turned down to indicate he got out of bed. The rest is exactly how it was when he got in it: neatly made. BTW, the photo below is NOT a picture of my bed, it’s just an example.
My side is ripped to shit. Poltergeist visits in the night while I sleep.
To make up my side of the bed I actually disturb his side of the bed, trying to straighten the incredible tangles of my blankets and top sheet, sometimes even the fitted sheet is pulled off the mattress. Believe me, that is no easy feat.
It has been over 30 years, 365 mornings a year, that I look at the bed and wonder “did he actually spend the night still?”
How in the world can he sleep without moving?!
Still a mystery to me…does he die in the night which would explain why he doesn’t move.
If I have a sleep disorder, then it’s a doozy…and long-lasting:) and bizarre, because I fall asleep before I make it into my bed. When I was younger, it would take me hours to fall asleep.
And now I’m told that I snore.
Maybe my snoring makes me restless.
Wonder if I have snored my whole life? Guess, not…at least not according to hubby:)
Oh well, I’ve lived this long without a good night’s sleep.
I used to fall off the bed in the night, then hubby pushed the bed against one wall and made me sleep in that spot.
Then he’d end up falling off the bed because of my “activity”.
So we slept with the mattress on the floor for over 20 years:)
Like hippies. LOL
And it doesn’t keep him awake, although he says sometimes I travel too much and he often spends a lot of time pushing me away with his feet because I am somehow down at the foot of the bed, on his side of the bed.
Geez! That’s kinda funny to me:)