You know those old movies and TV shows where, if you even saw the bedroom, married couples slept separately, in twin beds? Yeah. I think they had something there.
We have a queen-size bed. It's not big enough. Seriously. How much room can one man really need?
There's the age-old battle of the covers that goes on with us each night. Nothing new there. But, the worst is the actual battle over real estate. I usually get this little sliver down the edge. Not comfy. If he goes to bed before me, I generally find him diagonal across the bed, with his head on my pillow and his feet down at the bottom of his side. WTF?!
On top of this he's usually snoring. Loudly.
So, when I can't move him, I go crawl into bed with Little Boo. Which usually works. He takes up a lot less room. His snoring is much quieter. Much nicer bed partner. Except when he doesn't want the covers on him. Which means he can't have them on me either.
Next option - my step-son's room, if he's at his mom's. And if we've washed his sheets since he was there last. I mean, really. He's a 15 year-old boy. I want nothing to do with his bedsheets. (Trying not to think about it. *Shiver*)
And then, I'm out of beds. And it's down to the couch in the family room. Which is surprisingly comfortable thank goodness.
Is it too much to ask that a tired mom could have a restful sleep in her own bed once in a while? The tossing and turning and stretching out and snoring are really starting to get to me. Our next house will have a "spare room." I swear. It'll be pink and girly and I might spend more time in there than in the conjugal bed.
Maybe I'll sneak a nap this afternoon ...