Some people would believe a king bed would make us happy, but it doesn't. There's actually too much room:
And I get all what the hell, buddy? We've got 76" here and a baby who wakes up forty-seven times a night. I want to sleep. As in close my eyes and slumber. Let's try it, shall we?
Some nights, after being shoved halfway off the bed, I actually walk over and enter the unused portion. But he's like a dog sniffing out bacon and within minutes he'll turn over and start moving towards me. (Note to self: quit wearing bacon perfume to bed.) Eventually I get tossed off that side, too.
Then there are the nights of the snoring. Which has been happening quite a lot lately. I usually just poke him.
You were snoring.
Well you have to turn it out more.
Turn what out more?
He's like Sleep Talkin' Man but without the accent. Or the humor.
Anyway, I'm thinking I need some sleep before I drift off in the office bathroom and can't be found for an hour or two because I really have issues with that floor. And I'm thinking my boss will really have issues with that nap. Perhaps I should trade out the king with a twin; same amount of sleeping space but at least the room will look bigger! (Look at me; it's like I'm trying to be positive.)
|Still no sleep... but check out the new end tables.|