We’ve moved! That’s right! Me and Monkey! We moved in with HBL Saturday night!
What? You don’t understand? Well, let’s put it this way, what started out as a matter of convenience, turned into an awesome sleeping arrangement!
When Monkey first came home, HBL and I didn’t know which end was up. The baby’s sleep schedule was outrageous. HBL’s job requires serious alertness to stay safe, so he needed to get enough sleep every night. The only way to accomplish that was for me and the baby to sleep in the living room: me on the couch, the baby in his bassinet. This lasted the first month.
By the second month, the baby and I tried sleeping in the master bedroom. By then, I was used to the baby’s sleep schedule. HBL, understandably, was not. On top of that, Cranky Pants McGee didn’t get why our one-month-old was crying so much (??!!). It got to the point where I stressed out whenever the baby cried, because I was so stinking worried about my husband waking up and having a tantrum. Of all the… it wasn’t worth the frayed nerves, so I moved into the nursery with the baby.
At first, I was nonplussed by our sleeping arrangements. I missed my husband! I missed my bed! But I didn’t want to sleep in a different room than my baby. I didn’t want to waste time and precious sleep, walking back and forth from one room to another when the baby needed me. So I pouted. But only for the first night...
You see, it had been several years since I slept in a bed all by myself. I forgot what it was like to sleep in a bed without fighting for the covers. It had been a while since I slept without someone snoring and farting in his sleep next to me. And a very, very long time since I slept spread eagle on my stomach, in the middle of the bed. I realized soon enough, that in a house where someone’s paws are always on you, sleeping in a bed, alone, is quite refreshing! I got back in touch with my personal space!
Of course, HBL was on me about sleeping in our room the whole time. And I had to agree; it’d been way too long for us to sleep apart like that. I have missed sleeping next to my husband. I can even admit that I’ve missed his snoring, his bed hogging, and his rough feet scrubbing off the skin on my legs. So what if I lose my sleeping freedom (and leg skin)? I’m gaining back Snuggle Time! And you know about “Snuggle Time”: it can be just as ‘refreshing’! *wink, wink*
Waka, waka, waka!