Get Off Me

My husband is a snuggler. He likes to snuggle. I like to snuggle too, when I am awake. My favorite thing to do with my husband (well, maybe not my favorite) but something I really enjoy doing is snuggling up together on the couch and watching a movie, or even just a good tv show. We have done this so often that our brains have memorized the movement. He sits first, puts his feet up, raises his right arm; I sit in the place made by the bending of his legs, rest my head on his chest, and pull the blanket up over us both. MMMM, snuggly.

But I absolutely DO NOT like to snuggle in bed. It makes me angry. He doesn't get it though. But I hate snuggling when I am trying to sleep. I feel like I am imprisoned by an arm across my stomach, or my back, or my side. Ugh, my side. That's the worst. Because if I sleep on my side, then he "spoons up" puts his arm across my waist and his leg over my legs. It's MISERABLE. And yet, he loves it. He smiles, scooches up as close as he can get, and drifts off to sleep, followed almost immediately by snoring!

I, HOWEVER, am trapped. I cannot move. I cannot breathe. I start to get hot. (Did I mention he is like sleeping with an oven?!) I start to sweat. I definitely cannot fall asleep. And then I start to get mad. He says he can feel me getting mad, even asleep and snoring he can feel that. And so eventually, FINALLY, he gets off me!

But last night, I thought I would be sweet and let him snuggle. Bad idea. I woke up at 1:30 with him snuggling me. I never went back to sleep. But I let him snuggle.

All that to say, if you are around me today, you should steer clear. I have been snuggled nearly to death.

1 comment:

  1. This is hysterical, Carol. And YES, I think you have plenty to say! Some of us (single people) would LOVE someone to snuggle with. Hmm. Maybe not. It would probably get old. Anyway, I think you're a hoot and I definitely think you would be a great devotional writer!


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