You think YOU got it bad? Mr. Athena sleeps like a fookin’ spooked horse surrounded by hungry wolves.
Case in point:
Last week, we took a 4 day weekend and went on vacation. We were scheduled to leave pretty early Thursday morning, as I had made an appointment to get an oil change on the way (there is no dealer for my type of car in my area, so servicing involves a 3+ hour drive. Yeah, I know I’m nuts. But that’s another thread.)
It’s 12:30, the alarm is set to wake us up at 6:30 am, and I’m wide awake. Mr. Athena is sleeping soundly next to me, but I know from past experience that if I start tossing and turning, I’ll wake him up, and neither of us will get any sleep. After 30 minutes of trying not to toss and turn, and still not able to sleep, I decide to go to the spare bedroom to sleep (or toss and turn, as may happen.) Mr. Athena is snoring beside me. I sloooooowly and quieeetttly slip out of bed. I made next to no noise. Nevertheless, Mr. Athena bolts straight up in bed going “huh? whut? What’s going on?”
I explain to him I can’t sleep and don’t want to keep him up. He’s grumpy, as he often is when woken in the middle of the night. He tells me to get the hell back into bed, we need to leave early in the morning. I give him a kiss and head to the spare bedroom. I fall asleep immediately.
45 minutes later, I’m awoken by a grumbly Mr. Athena “What are you doing down here? Are you going to stay down here? We need to leave EARLY in the MORNING. We need to GET SOME SLEEP.” Um, well, up until you came barging in, I was asleep. I tell him I’m staying here, go back to bed.
I doze lightly for another 30 minutes. I hear the front door open. WTF? The front door is opening? I look at clock: 2:15 am. I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the front door. Mr. Athena is standing outside. I walk out. “What’s going on?”
“Just leave me alone. I can’t sleep. I don’t want to talk about it.” Full grumpiness has set in. I go back to the spare bedroom.
45 minutes of tossing and turning later, I hear Mr. Athena bumbling about in the kitchen. I get up, he’s making coffee. Making coffee? “Go back to bed.” he snaps. “I can’t sleep.”
I go back to bed, get maybe 2 1/2 hours of bad sleep. I wake up, it’s 6:30. I go upstairs. Mr. Athena is in bed, sleeping. He wakes up as I walk in. “Is it time to get up already?”
Yup, it is. Amazingly enough, we get ready and leave at the appointed time. Two grumpy no-sleep people managed to make it to the car dealer, and on to the vacation without killing each other or ourselves. And all because I decided to sleep in the spare bedroom so that Mr. Athena could get a good night’s sleep. :rolleyes: