So. Lately, I have begun to snore. Not light-and-cute snoring, but I’m-a-18-wheeler-truck snoring. It is very attractive (it is accompanied by pillow drooling, but that’s another blog post entirely). The snoring issue is further compounded by the fact that I must lay on my left side or the baby goes crazy at night. Since I sleep on the right side of the bed, this means that I am essentially breathing directly in the Husband’s ear, snoring up a storm.
The worst part of the snoring problem is that the Husband, poor thing, eventually becomes frustrated by my snoring melodies and tries to adjust my head to stop the noise. This doesn’t work. So he gently shakes me awake and says, “Dear beautiful and perfect wife, you are snoring like a drunk old man. Please stop.” And every night, in my sleepy stupor, I insist, “I could not have possibly been snoring. I wasn’t even asleep!” I don’t even remember this protest, but apparently, I’ve done it four or five nights in a row. I’m desperately trying to keep the magic alive, I guess.
After a long and snoring and sleepless night, syrup is required. You know I love some syrup alternatives, but sometimes, all you really want is syrup.
Off to work I go! Now, that’s something to really snore about…
Catching up on weekend posts?
Lie-In <— Notable for cute puppy pictures