There are a lot of things one has to adjust to when they shack up with their mate. Like- agreeing on who does what chores, aligning schedules, dividing closet space, paying bills, sharing the remote control, and dealing with the other person’s moods and quirks. Some days negotiating these things is a breeze while other days it’s best to go to opposite ends of the home and take some deep breaths. One of the hardest things for us has been figuring out how to sleep together.
And no, this is not a post about sex. (I can’t tell you everything, people.)
We’ve managed to find a rhythm to my early bird nature and his night owl lifestyle. He gets alone time at night while I get 2 hours (4-5 on the weekends!) in the morning to myself. I still don’t comprehend how a human being can sleep as much as Mr. Darcy does. I am golden on 7-8 hours of sleep while he can easily slumber for 12 and still feel tired. During our trip to the coast he had a couple of beers after our long drive there and they hit him rather hard. After a rousing game of Scrabble and a couple of whiskey ginger ales back at our love shack, he said he felt out of it and was beat so he put himself to bed. IT WAS 8PM. He slept until 9:30am the next morning. He jokes that he must have been slipped a Roofie. I didn’t do it, I can tell you that much.
I’ve shared with you before about the snoring. Thankfully, Mr. Darcy agreed to use Breathe Right strips after visiting the doctor. They help him snore less though he still snores. Oddly enough the loudest he snores is right after I get up in the morning. It’s like his body feels me get out of bed and is all IT’S SNORING TIME UP IN HERE! It’s generally the soundtrack to my morning meditation. I try to think of it as ocean waves crashing on the shore. (Yeah, that doesn’t really work.)
Since returning from the coast and our luxurious king sized bed there, I’ve been having a difficult time getting a good night’s sleep. Our once comfortable queen sized bed feels rather small in comparison. I’m tossing and turning, pulling the blankets with me and off Mr. Darcy. He prefers to be bundled up in sleep while I run hot and kick the covers off. In sleep his body rejects the sheet and just wants the comforters. I find the sheet wrinkled and scrunched between us when I wake up. We’re basically a sleeping mess. Short of forking out a chunk of change to upgrade to a king sized bed and new frame, I’m not sure what we can do to fix this.Our bed is still new and I spent a lot of money on it. Conundrum!
We were just talking last night about how in the five, almost six, months we’ve been living together we’ve come a long way in being able to work things out. Our response time is quicker. We pick our battles more wisely. We understand each other better. Yes, we still squabble. Hell, sometimes we have huge misunderstandings and long, process-y talks that involve tears. But for the most part, we’re learning we can work anything out if we’re willing to put in the time, energy and vulnerability to get to the root of it. Just like anything in life, it’s about the process, not perfection.
But goddamn I’d like a bigger bed.