So, it's been forever since I wrote anything. I'd love to say there's a really good reason for that, but there are only crappy little reasons nobody wants to hear.
We did have a long month of disease, as my children are the most adorable petri dishes you will ever meet. The only thing they willingly share is germs.
I also got new furniture, which sounds great until you take into account that I have yet to re-home the old furniture. My living room looks like a yard sale.
So, good news and bad news. The good news is the new couches are wonderful to sleep on. The bad news is that I have been sleeping on them for weeks. The reason for this is that my husband and I were both on nature's shitlist this winter and when the kids got sick, they dragged us down with them. There has been much coughing (both of us) and loud snoring (him only, I hope) that has caused significant disturbance to a good night's sleep. We figured out that we both get better sleep if we're not coughing/snoring at each other. This actually works, and we've been able to live up to our respective responsibilities despite being sick as hell.
The really bad news in all this is that our sex lives (life?) swirled down the shitter. We've barely been anywhere near each other for quite some time, and as I was the last one to be put on a mega-dose of antibiotics, I imagine it will still be a while before things are back to normal(ish).
My biggest fear at this point is that once I try to move back into my own bed, I won't be able to sleep. I've had a moment or two in the last week where I've found myself wondering what idiot came up with the moronic idea of sleeping next to someone in the first place. The sleep has been so much better, even being on the couch, that I don't think I ever realized his snoring disturbed my sleep THAT much. We tried it out the other night, and I woke up in the morning exhausted and looking like hell. Or, more like hell than usual. He keeps telling me how much he misses me sleeping next to him and I keep making noncommittal noises. I can't think either of us get much out of it, since we're sleeping. I've thought that maybe somewhere down the road we can get separate bedrooms. We can meet in one or the other to have sex and then go back to our rooms to sleep. I won't disturb him with my reading and he won't make me feel homicidal over his snoring. Everybody is rested in the morning, he has no bruises, and I don't feel honor-bound to snarl at anyone over the coffee pot. Right?
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