Friday, March 2, 2012
Spooning is For Newlyweds
After seven years of marriage, I can honestly tell you that I, personally, like to be left to my own side of the bed whenever it’s time for me to catch some zzz’s. And if I could, I’d probably even draw an imaginary line right down the center of it to declare my rightful space. You see, my husband, God love him, is as hot as Freddy Krueger’s boiler room when he crawls under those sheets at night. He doesn't want a comforter, just a sheet or blanket. I swear his body temperature must rise a good forty or fifty degrees while he snoozes. Combine that with my own ever-changing hormones, and you could probably fry yourself up an egg or two on our darn duvet cover. That is why I always set our bedroom thermostat to lower (even in the winter). Heat and slumber are two things that just do not mix for this girl right here.
Sure, this whole spooning thing used to be cute and all back in the day, but my sleep is much more important to me now than it used to be. Heck, there are only about six total hours in the day when there isn’t someone in my house trying to smother me in some way, shape or form. So let’s just keep the silverware talk in the kitchen please (unless we’re talking about forking, that is…..)