I love my FIFO husband. I love my lifestyle. I love having him home. LOVE IT. But. There is always a little but isn’t there? He kinda throws the routine just a little. Just a smidgen and I’m mainly talking about the sleeping arrangements. You see when he is away most nights all four of us (the three boys and me) all end up in our king size bed. Its perfect. Everyone gets a good night sleep because I’m not waking every few hours for one reason or another and its happy days. Yet when he is home happy days its often not.
Last night. Last night and almost every night he has been home this past three weeks there is an additional one body and that’s okay. One additional body is okay. Last night there were seven in the bed if you count the dogs. Now we have a king size bed it sleeps us perfect when FIFO husband is away. All four of us sleep in there, comfortably and I’m okay with that. But. But when he is home his 6ft4 frame takes the majority of the bed and so add three kids to that and the dogs and seriously who am I kidding about getting a goodnight sleep.
So at 1.39am this morning I heard the first one creep in. That’s okay. 2.47am the next one blunders in…hmmm yep this is getting tricky..third one I swap ends of the bed. I’m at my husbands feet. Knowing full well I could cop a size 18 kick to the mouth at any moment but there is slightly more room down that end. More air. Less radiated heat. All this time while I’m cursing pulling up covers and throwing pillows my pint sized poodle is growling her head off that we have disturbed her in her custom made liar that was between my husband and me. I don’t sleep well. Who seriously would think that you would, seven in the bed.
Stupid part? I don’t get up and move beds. I don’t. I don’t know why don’t I just don’t. Instead I swap ends of the bed sleeping with double jeopardy that I’m going to cop a footful from my husband. It would easier to get up and walk to the room across the hall than the fuss that I create as I swap ends. Yet every morning I wonder to myself why didn’t I move beds. I would’ve got a good night sleep in the spare room. Its all made up. I like that room. It has a good comfy vibe to it. It has my parents smell (and that’s a good thing) too it. Yet I stay. Sleeping with double jeopardy contorting myself into such positions to gain some bed space that would make the olympic team proud all awhile saying sorry to my pint sized poodle (wtf) as she growls at the hand that feeds her.
Truth is I guess I like it. Just like I like everyone being on the one couch when we watch TV at night. The couch is no where big enough, we sit on each other its cramped and its uncomfortable but every night we do the same thing and every night we complain but I wouldn’t change that either becuase its not going to last forever.
Have a great Tuesday lovelies,
xxDeb
