Back in the Bedroom

Yes, that is the title of this post. Because after almost three or four months, I have returned to the master bedroom and am trying to sleep with my husband again.

If I haven't made it really clear, due to his tornado-like sleeping habits and snoring, I have been sleeping on a pull-out bed in the living room. But the CPAP machine is here, so I figured, let's try it for one night.

Bliss. That is all I can say; pure bliss.

He turned over only once and that was a really slow and sleepy turn. No thrashing, scratching, grabbing amid ragged, deep breaths. I could here the machine blow nice, rhythmic puffs of air. And he slept through the whole night. The whole night, I tell you.

I know that may not mean much to you, but after near six months of not sleeping with my husband (if I cared about incurring bodily harm, plus no sleep), it was nice to be in the SAME room with him. I missed it.

Never mind the jokes I have already started to tell him. Hosehead, snorkelpuss. In fact, with three member of the immediate family on CPAP, I have labeled them the Three Masketeers.

No one finds me that funny. I am not really trying to be. I am just happy to have my bedroom back and the husband still in it.

Take care,

Judi