I miss my sleep.
Since our move into the Master Bedroom, I have had to make some adjustments:
1. I’ve been getting up more at night - I’m talking four or five times, just like the early days! - since we’re not co-sleeping anymore (*sniff*). Lemme tell you, I hate having to physically get up out of the bed. What a waste of time and energy! I wish Monkey could just sleep in the bed with us…
2. We have to sleep with the AC and a fan on all night long because my husband is always hot. The baby and I both have the sniffles from it
3. Did I mention that I’m not sleeping very well? I have to deal with a crying baby and a snoring man. At. The. Same. Time.
This new arrangement is killing me. I’m more tired now than ever. I just want to cry. But on the upside, it’s great to see my husband’s face in the mornings.
*Deep, deep sigh*
I’ve also been a little nervous about HBL possibly being frustrated, what with the baby crying in the middle of the night, and me getting in and out of bed so much to tend to him. I wanted to ask him what he thought about our new sleeping arrangements, but decided to keep quiet in case I didn’t like what I might hear.
However, after dinner the other night, my husband said to me, “I’ve been sleeping so well the past couple of nights!” I thought he was all jokes, so I said, “It’s because we’re all sleeping together now, huh?” *snort, snort* I was surprised when he said yes. Puzzled, I said, “Even when the baby cries?” He looked at me confused, then said, “… Cries? When? I haven’t heard him cry?” I guess this guy can sleep through anything. If only I could do the same.
Oh well, there goes my plot to get him to banish me to another room and my own, sweet bed.