My bed is one of my favourite places in the world to be. Lying on my side with one hand under my pillow, snuggled up with the duvet wrapped up round my ears, toasty warm and relaxing . I love sleeping and while I’m not always very good at it, I am very good at staying in bed. For as long as possible.
The problem with my bed however is that I am not the person who likes to sleep in it. Zombie gets half, which is actually more like three quarters (or two thirds on his generous days) and also has control of 90% of the blankets (no matter what I do to keep them on my side). And he snores. Okay so do I, but Zombie always falls asleep first so I’m often left wide awake trying to mentally drown out what sounds like a cross between him choking and a freight train rushing through our house.
Add a tiny one year old who sometimes wants in and likes to take up as much room as possible, who also snores surprisingly loudly and I spend a lot more time clinging to the edge of the bed, a scrap of duvet cover just barely reaching over my entire body than I do in my favourite sleeping position.
And they fart. A lot. I know it’s a natural bodily function and we all do it, I’m just not a fan of it in enclosed spaces.
Last night I got to sleep in a bed by myself. It was a single bed, but it was so much more room than I’m used to and the blankets were ALL MINE! I spent the first few minutes after I got into bed Starfishing and trying as many different lying positions I could think of in an attempt to utilize as much of the space available to me as possible.
There was no snoring, no farting, no kicks in the back, no waking up freezing but unable to convince a half asleep Zombie that I’m actually just trying to get some blanket and not stealing it from him… It was wonderful and I slept solidly (which I’m pretending is all to do with having the bed to myself and nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed before going to bed.)
I loved the sleep, but I didn’t enjoy waking up alone so much, especially when I realised that yes, I did have blankets but I’d moved in my sleep so that as usual I was clinging on to the edge of the bed for dear life. Plus I missed waking up to my family smiling at me, pleased that I’d finally woken up to start my day with them.
Staying away from Bubble overnight for the first time was strange and full of pros and cons but I had a wonderful time having good food, laughs and a few too many drinks with the girls. It was just the break I needed, a night off from baby duties and a chance to let my hair down. Plus due to the wonders of technology Zombie was able to send me photos of them playing together so I still got my family fix too.
Smiles and Sunshine