Worry Wort

I heard a saying once, that we don’t go to bed we just worry with our eyes closed. Most of the time I don’t feel that way and I can fall asleep pretty easily with minimal worrying. But sometimes it just feels like my brain won’t calm down, it just runs at full speed and takes forever to fall asleep. I get so frustrated when this happens, and it’s made worse by having the hubs fall asleep so quickly right next to me.

The other night I had fallen asleep fairly quickly, but the sleep-talking hubs apparently thought that I had fallen asleep too easily. It was shortly after midnight, I was sleeping happily, snoozing away, when the hubs started shaking my shoulder.

Me: Wha…? What’s wrong buddy?

Hubs: Goodnight, sweetie.

Me: Really? Are you being serious?

The hubs didn’t say anything else, and rolled over and went right on sleeping.

I’m going to be honest: I was kind of mad at the hubs. Thankfully, though, I fell back asleep quickly, with minimal worrying. What do I have to worry about anyway with the hubs there?


A Morning Mole

I hate mornings. Really, truly hate them. I just hate to wake up. The hubs used to call me “the mole” in the morning because of my aversion to light, the way I burrow down in the blankets, and because of my squinty morning-eyes.

I do not think that being called a common garden pest is very flattering, so I asked him not to call me that. Of course, he forgot that I did not like it the very next morning. He popped out of bed cheery, as usual. He pulled the covers off of me and said, “How’s my mmmooollll…”

I glared at him, I do not want to be called a mole. He finished, “mmmooollll – ificent wifelet this morning? You’re just so mol-ificent and lovely!”

I feel that I can only take this as a compliment.

Why, oh, why did you wake me up from my afternoon nap in the sun? I’ve only gotten to sleep 78% of the day away on my dog bed!

I was woken up in the wee hours of the morning this past week. I was sleeping away, when all of the sudden I jolted awake because something was punching my back. I turned over and saw the asleep hubs. He was half sitting, half laying facing me, with his arms bent so that his elbows were out in front of him. He was using his elbows to poke me in the back.

Me: Umm, what on earth are you doing?

The hubs poke-poke-poked my back some more with his elbows.

Me: Hey! Stop that!

The still asleep hubs kept using his sharp elbows to poke me. I swatted his elbows away.

Me: HEY! You need to stop that right now! Lay down and go back to bed.

The hubs let out a huge exasperated sigh, rolled to his other side, and went back to sleeping quietly.

I have no idea what the hubs was dreaming about, and I don’t know that I want to know! But I am glad that when he wakes me up he normally does it much more kindly than with his surprisingly sharp elbows!