We Go To Bed Together: Its A Rule

For anyone wondering, James did get home safe and sound the other day.

He did end up sleeping on the couch, but the argument disagreement did get resolved before lunch on Sunday. Even when I get mad, I don't stay mad.

Saturday night aside though, we have an unofficial rule in our house. We go to bed together.

You thought I meant that huh? Oh how I wish! I would love to brag that we're currently living it up like teenagers, but then I'd be lying (we still have kids that live at home after all). Last night he ended up with a migraine and was in bed by 8 o'clock. Now, I don't typically stay up too late, but that was just a little too early for me.

When I finally crawled in a couple hours later, I was reminded of the reasons why we don't go to bed separately.

1. The Taco: Sadly, I'm not talking about the tastie kind. There have been several occasions during our relationship that we've considered investing in a second down comforter. Neither one of us stays stationary while we're sleeping. We toss, we turn, we roll over... Unconsciously, sometimes we take the whole blanket with us while we're doing it. There have been plenty of nights where one or the other has woken up with icicles sticking out of their nose because the other one has hijacked the covers. If one of us goes to bed before the other, there's no hope in unwrapping the comatose person from the blanket taco. There'a better chance of finding the lost city of Atlantis than there is of getting even a corner out of that tangled mess. We both know at this point just to grab the couch blankie before settling in.

2. The Starfish Position: I think there is some part deep in our subconscious that keeps us from accidentally assaulting our partners while we're sleeping. I believe that somehow we just know that they're next to us and it keeps us from involuntarily dropping elbows into their forehead (most of the time anyway). Normally, we're both side sleepers, but when we're the only one in the bed, all bets are off. We are magnetically sucked into the center of the bed and we unfold like a banana peel. It requires all of one's strength to shove ease the other person back to their side of the bed without waking them.

3. The Nocturnal Musical: When I was in high school I used to fall asleep with the radio on. James, on the other hand, used to fall asleep to the sound of the TV (oh wait, he still does that). You would think that a little bit of, um, background noise wouldn't bother either one of us. Ha! White noise, maybe not, the mucus gargling esophagus band however is more than either of us can handle. Until we moved in together, no on ever told me I snored! Evidently though I'm loud enough to keep him awake and that's really saying something. I'm convinced he suffers from home induced narcolepsy. We'll be sitting on the couch talking one minute and then I look over and he's baby necking it while his eyes roll back in his head... But we're both guilty of producing enough noise while we're sleeping that I'm surprised our neighbors haven't stopped by to complain. Thank goodness the children can sleep through a tornado, because that's what it sounds like coming from our bedroom at night.

So, after snatching the blanket off the couch, taking 10 minutes to heave him back to his side of the bed, and poking him several a few times I finally got to sleep about an hour (or so) after getting into bed. Needless to say, we'll be going to bed together tonight. I really need to catch up on my sleep!