There are always two sides to everything.  A front and a back.  A positive and a negative.  An up and a down.  A day and a night and a man that can’t sleep and a woman that can.  Each side has value and a completely different perspective, more often than not.  With that being said, I have to share the rest of the story about the night, not long ago, when Don managed to snag approximately 30 minutes of sleep the whole night.  My earlier post reported that he gave me a shake that caused me to wake up rather abruptly and head out to the couch.  I’m sure you remember reading about my frustration when he chose to give me one of those “THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!” nudges.  Here’s the part I didn’t know anything about until last night.

On the night of the “abrupt awakening” supper was finished.  The taped television shows were watched and the time had finally arrived that Don began his nightly trip down the hall to greet the soft, cushy bed that waited patiently for his return each night.  It almost always delivered a wonderful nights sleep to him so he had no reason to believe otherwise.  He slid underneath the cool, crisp sheets and wrapped himself in the comforts his tired aching body looked so forward to at day’s end.  I was still at work which would give him a little over an hour to slip into a restful sleep that would not be easily awakened by my presence.

Not long after Don hit the hay I made my way in the door trying to be as quiet as I could be and as I inched my way down the hall, I listened for the tell tale signs that Don was out.  Due to the fact that I needed to unwind for a while before heading to bed, I slipped into the office and checked emails and read a few Facebook posts.  Now that I think about it, I don’t remember hearing any snoring that night which was not a good sign.  Eventually the time came for me to shut down the computer and get some sleep.  I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed.  I heard some pillows getting punched, some frustrated sighs and perhaps a small amount of teeth gnashing which meant things weren’t going all that well for my honey.  It wasn’t long before I fell asleep and the next thing I remembered was being shook and overtaken by fear that the house was on fire!

That was my perspective.  Here is Don’s.

Apparently he couldn’t get comfortable.  His back was bothering him.  He had been tossing and turning right up until I came to bed.  This explains why I didn’t hear him snoring peacefully when I tip toed down the hall earlier.  He dozed off just long enough to unknowingly relinquish a portion of the bed he liked to call his side.  According to him I had managed to find the middle of the bed and that is where I planted my snoring, roaring lifeless body.  He gave me a gentle nudge hoping it would convince me to roll over.  It didn’t work so he tried the nudge tactic approximately 20 more times and emitted a low pitched growl followed by some involuntary teeth gnashing between each try.  He didn’t think the growl and teeth gnashing helped at all but apparently it happened automatically.  He said the only response his gentle nudges were getting was a groan and a couple lip smacks and then the snoring would start all over again!  He did a quick measure of the amount of bed on his side of me versus my side of me and decided there was roughly two more inches of bed on my side.  Getting comfortable just wasn’t happening and upon his return from the bathroom he thought about trying the deluxe and much wider side of the bed I wasn’t using.  He was so bored at one point he thought about getting the tape measure out just to see how accurate he was about the space on my side being two inches wider.  He told me he’s decided not to have the feather pillows fluffed and cleaned as they had quite a workout and were seemingly quite rejuvenated.  He also explained that when he delivered the shake that woke me up, he was wiped out and dangerously close to that place we refer to as ” His Wit’s End.”

Monday morning finally arrived and it wasn’t at all surprised to see just how miserable Don was.  Mondays like to see people this way.  It reinstates their credentials.  Mondays would never want it getting around that someone actually liked them and there was no danger of that happening on Don’s account.  As for me, I heard him leave for work and it was then, I got off the couch, headed down the hall and enjoyed the soft, cushy bed complete with pillows that required absolutely no fluffing!