Oh, how I miss the days when I had not a care in the world. I could sleep the day away like it was nobodys business. That was the pre-children era of our marriage. Being a shift worker, I don't sleep well at the best of times, adding a snoring husband into the mix, NOT awesome for the beauty sleep. Luckily my hubby works straight midnights, so I get the entire queen sized bed, with a king sized comforter all to myself almost every night. My Jerry Bear calls it his snore song when he keeps me awake all night, its a cross between a lawn mower and something else that's super annoying and loud.
Another thing keeping me awake at night is the 2 legged octopus that ends up sleeping with me 5 out of 7 nights a week. My boys oh how I love them, but when it's 3am and I have just fallen asleep after working an evening shift, IT happens. They wake up not all normal like no that would be easy, with a blood curdling scream that can wake the dead, hyperventilating so they almost puke, snot bubbles coming from their noses, and when you ask them "what's wrong" they say "it's to scary to tell you" as if they are trying to protect me from the scary from within their heads. Then they crawl into my queen sized bed and their 4ft bodies suddenly turn into these ginormous creatures that take over MY entire bed.
Something else that's awesome about sleeping with your kids after a nightmare, they wake up in a panic about every 25 minutes "mommy, mommy, mommy! where are you! Oh there you are!" Or once the dream has finally left their little brains and its like 6am they decide to start taking care of you, "I was just rubbing your arm mommy because I love you mommy". That's fantastic sweetie but mommy hasn't slept since July 31, 2002, (the night I went into labour with my first son) Please please JUST LET ME SLEEP. Is that too much to ask?