Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Bedtime Story

After 11 blissful years of marriage, my husband and I are having troubles in bed. I refer, of course, to the two issues that confront every couple – snoring and blanket allocation.

The first time I ever saw Bill doze, I noticed that he had the most adorable little – it wasn’t even a snore, really, more like a tiny, soft catch in the back of his throat followed by an even softer expulsion of air. His face, relaxed from the cares of the day, looked so peaceful, his dark eyelashes lying in crescents on his cheeks, his chiseled lips appearing to smile, even in slumber.

Apparently, even sleep has a courtship phase, because the guy I lie beside now sucks in great a swallow of air, gargles it somewhere between his nose and his throat and then expels it with an eruption guaranteed to jar the soundest sleeper from her beauty rest.

Even more annoying is the conversation this spawns.

“Bill,” I say, “You’re snoring.”

“What?” He draws another raucous breath.

“Snoring,” I repeat. “You’re snoring. Turn over.”


“Turn over.” I give his shoulder a shove.


I think briefly about holding a pillow over his face – not long enough to do any real harm, just enough to break the cycle, but decide that’s a slippery slope best not trodden upon. (Lest you think I’m unique, you should know that, in an unscientific survey, 75% of married women polled confessed to thinking about holding a pillow over their beloved’s snoring visage on one or more occasions.)

Instead, I shout, “YOU’RE SNORING! ROLL OVER!”

With a miffed sound, he turns onto his side and sinks effortlessly back into slumber while I lie awake, fuming.

What makes this conversation particularly annoying is the way he always says, “What?” as though there’s endless variety of topics I ‘m prone to introducing as soon as he drifts off. I swear to you, this is the ONLY thing I’ve ever said in these circumstances.

The second issue is blanket sharing.

Like most women, I am married to a creature whose body mass exceeds my own substantially. Theoretically, this should give him a real advantage in acquiring a solid share of the blankets at night. However, due to the fact that I was raised in a family of seven children and shared a bed from the time I left my crib until I left for college, while he had only a single sister, I am much more skilled at “tuck and roll” than he.

At least, this used to be true. For the first ten winters of our marriage, he complained that he nearly froze to death while I transformed myself into a human jelly roll with all the covers.

Lately, though, I notice he’s figured out the trick, and our nightly struggles for the blankets would make a WWF match look like kindergarteners jostling at nap time.

I still adore him, though, and out of this, have only one question:

If you were going to learn a new trick, old dog, why couldn’t it be “roll over”?


  1. When my husband and I had a queen size bed I would wake up in the night and sit up to look at the empty space on the other side of him and wonder if I got up and got in bed over there, would I have more room. He snored too. Now he is an over the road truck driver and I sleep alone in the king size bed. I never even roll on his side of the bed. Wish I could have had a little of that space back then.

  2. Thanks!

    I was just out on yours and saw my link and I was so tickled! (And was equally pleased to see that, like me, you WOULD use your blog as a lever, if necessary.)

  3. I definitely fall in that 75%!

    I think I have the same "conversation" with my husband most nights. Only when I say, "You're snoring," he usually denies it in a very offended tone, as though I've accused him of something awful.

    Then he rolls over in a huff and goes right back to sleep.

    Excellent post, Jeanne. Very clever!


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