It was past 11pm. I was exhausted and finally ready to turn in. Or maybe not. How could I forget to put those wet clothes in the dryer? They will stink to high heaven by morning. Back down the stairs. Change the laundry over. Drag my butt back upstairs and into bed. Drop onto the bed and pull up the blankets. Sigh. You know those nights when your bed feels like the most comfortable place on earth?
Say goodnight to my Hubby and let my head sink slowly into the silky pile of pillows. Bliss.
Then he starts. Snork. Rattle. Grak. It sounds like my Husband is trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. That sound..that noise..can not be coming from the man I love dearest, but it is.
“Honey”. I whisper. “Can you please roll on your side? You are snoring”
“I am not, I wasn’t even asleep yet” Is the reply.
So much for that tactic.
I try gently prodding him. Nope
Rub his arm a little. Yeah, he swatted at me like a fly and gerfuffed, but went right back to snoring.
Shaking the bed sometimes works. Nope
Yelling his name! Not a thing..he just keeps sawing a way.
OK OK. I’ve read that if you breath at the same time as a snorer you can easily ignore it. Yeah right!
Getting close to tears now. I’m so tired!
Feet in the middle of his back and over he goes! Can not believe it. His snores did not miss a beat! What the ???
Give up. Grab a blanket, my pillow and stomp down the hall to find another soft bed to sleep in.
I need help. How on earth do you sleep with a snorer?