A Good Night's Sleep

A Good Night’s Sleep

November 5, 2009

Since I worked so late on Tuesday I didn’t get to sleep until many hours later than my usual bedtime. The consequence of such a circumstance is that I found myself reaching for my sleep mask when it started getting light in the morning, and didn’t wake up until around 11 a.m. Then I felt fuzzy around the edges all day long. That was yesterday.

After getting a lot of nothing accomplished during the day, David and I went to church because we help lead the youth group. On our way home I was feeling a little sleepy again. David rolled his eyes and told me, “I feel bad for you when you get home after a 16-hour shift, but not after you slept in until 11 and had the whole day off.” I tried to explain to him how I thrive on routine and one whacked out sleep cycle ruins me for the next few days, but he wasn’t buying it. I figured I’d crawl in bed when I got home.

But when I got home something of a second wind came upon me, which isn’t that surprising considering I had only been awake for ten hours. For one reason or another (mostly my schedule) David and I don’t get a lot of chances to just unwind and relax together in the evenings, so I decided to take advantage of this chance. I changed into my lounge pants (that I had only taken off a few hours earlier), settled myself on the couch near David, and we enjoyed a comfortable silence while he worked on his computer and I browsed on mine.

After a little while he put on a movie. I wasn’t really interested in it, so I didn’t pay much attention. But after a short amount of time I noticed him nodding off out of the corner of my eye. I love it when I catch him falling asleep. I can tell the exact moment it happens by the change in his breathing. There is something so sweet and vulnerable about him during those times, and it makes me want to grab onto him and never let go.

While I was thinking these thoughts a sudden little snore escaped him, and he immediately sat up straight, looked right at me, and smiled sheepishly. We both laughed, and my heart swelled with so much love that I thought it would burst. Then we put away our things, brushed our teeth, and crawled into bed, together, to fall asleep, together, a rare treat. I laid down next to him and he said, “Closer” and I moved closer. Cleo burrowed herself underneath the blankets and stretched out next to me on the other side, pushing me into him. We slept like that, the three of us, all night long.

From SoMi's Nilsa:

This post sweetly brings tears to my eyes. From the husband falling asleep on the couch until you guys crawled into bed, I was thinking been there, done that. =)

Oh and sleep masks? What’s up with nurses and sleep masks? I’d never used one. Ever. Until I met Sweets. Who is religious about using them.

From kapachino:

That’s funny! I usually wake up before it gets light outside so I don’t need the mask, but if I want to sleep late or if there is a hall light on, I use it. I just can’t sleep well unless it’s dark!

From Megan:

“Lounge pants”… kind of sounds like “mom jeans.” ;)

Peter and I have pairs of what we call “cuddle pants.” He gets really excited about wearing them and runs around yelling, “CUDDLE PANTS!” when it’s time to relax.

(He’d kill me if he knew I just told this to you… and the world. Meh.)

I will forgive you the “lounge pants” comment because I love you, and because you have cuddle pants. That is just awesome. :)

From Girl w/the Red Hair:

This post makes me SO sad because those are the moments I miss with my boyfriend the most since he moved away. There were so many nights that we just sat together on the couch doing are own thing and then went to bed together. It was perfect.

A messed up sleep routine totally screws me up, too! A 16-hour shift, woah!!

I had some long-distance relationships in my day, so I can empathize with you. They stink. I’m so grateful that my husband and I never had to go through that, and that I have him every night. I’m so sorry you have to be apart so often right now!