Glio Steals Sleeping Partners and Make for Lonely Nights !

Today starts off wonderfully well. D and I had the most amazing night of sleep last night. We snuggle like two bugs in a rug for about 4 hours - then he is ready to have the bed to himself - off to the recliner I go. A storm hits around 4 a.m., thunder, lightening, hail, sleet, wind and rain. Great sleeping weather but so much nicer with two. That is something else Glio is going to take from me--my snuggle partner. For that I am angry.

Learning to sleep together is an art form. It gets better with age, it takes practice, patience and do overs. When you first get married, you are shy, timid, unsure of just how this thing is going to work out, this sharing of a bed space. Over the years you become one and the same - you turn in sync, you touch in rhythm, you know when the other one needs space and when to touch and not be touched. You know how to stop the snores, how to avoid the middle of the night bodily noises. You know the longer your married that when the other is sick that sleeping in separate beds isn't personal, but healthier. You know whose pillow is whose and which side of the bed to sleep on when you travel no matter what country you are in. You know to always pack a travel fan because D can't sleep without one. He knows that Pinky and my silky pillow go everywhere we go because I can't sleep without them. You learn to love Sunday afternoon naps just because you want to snuggle.

You learn that when a husband and wife become one it is every aspect of their lives including the bed. You have to learn to share covers, the temperature of the house, whether the TV is on or off, a night light, kids in the room or no kids, dogs on the bed or no pets at all. There is so much more about sleeping together when you get married than just whether or not tonight is the night you make love. In the grand scheme of things that is the easy one.

But after all these years and all the questions being answered, when D and I have all this stuff figured out, GLIO marches her ugly butt into our lives and decides to mess with our sleeping arrangement. She's back - that ugly mistress I spoke of before.

See, I think about these things - I don't plan on starting all this stuff over - D is my life mate, my soul mate, my other half of my heart - he is the one the GOD sent to me to build my house on the ROCK !
With Glio we have learned new ways to sleep, we sleep sitting up in bed with me holding him, we sleep sparsely and take multiple naps when time allows. With Glio we know that the minutes we get to share a bed together are numbered and precious. With Glio we know that rather than waste any of them we Praise GOD for the ones when D wants me to sleep beside him.

Someday when I have to learn to sleep alone again, I will curl up beside my snuggle pillow, cry myself into one of D's shirts and thank GOD for all those wonderful years of nights we had sleeping together. I will not whine and complain about what I don't have, but rather I will remember the Sunday naps, sharing a bed with Bo and Jill during storms, bedtime stories with the kids and grandkids, snoring, making love, travel fans, insomnia, TV's and dogs with bad gas. I will remember all of the blessings GOD has given me with D allof the early morning kisses and hugs - but most of all I will remember D.