For the sake of my sanity…

Tonight, I am moving into the spare room.

Don’t worry, the boyfriend and I are fine. We haven’t even argued recently, and the move will only be temporary. But for the sake of my own sanity I need to sleep alone tonight! Why? Here’s a summary of last night…

Jan had choir practice after work, which meant less cooking, less cleaning up and a much lessbusy evening for me. I was in bed by 10:00 and asleep by 10:30 (yay!) I then managed a whole hour and a half of blissful, uninterrupted sleep before Jan came to bed at midnight, waking me up. He got into bed, we exchanged a few words, got ourselves comfortable and I drifted back off to sleep. So far, so good…

Awake is the New Sleep (2005)
Awake is the New Sleep (2005) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

About half an hour later, I was woken by the sound of grinding teeth. For those of you who don’t know what tooth grinding sounds like, let me tell you it is awful! Imagine someone waking you up in the middle of the night by running their nails down a blackboard. Now imagine them doing it over and over at a constant rate. And Jan’s tooth grinding is loud! Sometimes, when he does it in the morning I can actually hear the grinding from the corridor… through two closed doors!

So what did I do? I prodded him in the arm and told him he was grinding his teeth. The response was a noise that may or may not have contained actual words. I heard nothing recognisable! But the tooth grinding stopped, which was the main thing. So I pulled the quilt back over  my legs (somehow, it had escaped), snuggled back down among my pillows and closed my eyes… only for them to ping back open seconds later. The grinding had started again! This time I poked him harder, causing him to rub his arm (haha!) then – miracle of all miracles – I managed to get back to sleep. For a while anyway…

Angry Penguin
(Photo: Wikipedia)

Six times he woke me up between midnight and 4:45 a.m. Six!! And yes, I was counting – by which I mean thinking to myself “This is the fourth time tonight – if I don’t get some decent sleep soon I swear to God he’s getting pushed out of this bed!” (I never did push him out of the bed, but I was so close!) The final time, I got the added bonus of snoring. Hurray! Then, once I’d got him to stop, I was so convinced my alarm was about to go off that I couldn’t sleep until I’d checked the time – 4:45 a.m.

After that, I didn’t wake again until my alarm went off at 6 a.m. – when I promptly hit snooze and went back to sleep until 6 past (my phone snoozes for 6 minutes at a time… I’ve no idea why!).  When I did get up, I was exhausted, and upon returning from my shower I informed Jan that I would be sleeping in the spare room from now on… until he gets himself a dentist’s appointment and has his tooth guard replaced (he ground right through the last one – true story!!).

It has to be done – for the sake of my sanity! (And to save Jan from being murdered in his sleep…)

That Wednesday feeling…

Jan stayed over last night, which was nice. Since he moved into his own flat I miss him. (For the record I live in a student residence – he used to live here too. It’s not like he moved out of our shared place or anything). As usual I got up before him today. I went for my shower and he snuggled up under the quilt and went back to sleep for 15 minutes. Lucky! Once I came back from the shower he managed to drag himself into a sitting position then sat there and moaned, so I asked what was the matter. His response: Just tired. Me: “I’m tried too, but I’m not sitting on the edge of the bed moaning.” Jan: “Well maybe I’m more tired than you?” How does that work when he was the one that kept waking me up last night grinding his teeth? Hmph! Later, when we were having breakfast, he came up woth the theory that grinding his teeth must mean he had a bad night, and that’s why he’s more tired. Becasue I only got woken up by him occasionally, whereas he slept badly all night. I told him if that was the case he would be really tired all the time. I asked him if he is tired all the time and he had to admit that no, he’s not actually. So much for that theory.

Of course, the real reason that we’re both tired is becasue it’s Wednesday. We’ve worked hard for 2 whole days and now we need a break. I don’t know about you, but where I work everyone is knackered by Wednesday morning. So my friend and I came up with a theory. Instead of all this workin week followed by weekend off lark we should work Monday and Tuesday, have Wednesday off to recover, work Thursday, Friday than have the weekend off as usual. It would be great. Obviously people would be much more productive and make less mistakes on Thursday and Friday after having a nice lie in on Wednesday. That would make employers happy. And the employees would be happy because they’d have an extra day for getting things done at home. It’s brilliant! Unfortunately I can’t see the bosses going for it…