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Monday, January 14, 2008

I know why the caged bird sings

And it's because after 6 months all alone in a nice, roomy, king-sized cage, some boy bird moved in and spread his wings and snuggled up and pinned the bird to the very edge of the bed cage and then proceeded to fall asleep within 15 nanoseconds (how does he do that, how, HOW?) while the girl bird was stuck there, wide awake and trying to tug her leg wing out from under him while various itches cropped up all over her body and the urge to move overwhelmed all other thought processes and I NEED TO BE FREE TO ROLL OVER AT NIGHT PEOPLE!!!

This post was brought to you by a sleepless night and three cups of coffee...so far.

7 comments:

Tiffany said...

I totally understand! When we first got married, Andrew learned really fast that I like my room when I sleep. In fact, I made him stop at Wal-Mart on our honeymoon to get a new body pillow because I had forgotten mine at home. He calls it my "who-needs-a-man pillow." We have finally worked out a system. I feel for your fatigue!

Laura said...

I'll be right there with you next week, after hubby's been home for about a week!

A Stone Gatherer said...

I too am amazed at the ability of the male bird to fall asleep as soon as his beak hits the pillow! Feeling your joyous pain!

Heidi said...

I can relate. My next big investment is going to be a King sized bed!

seven said...

Hehe... I feel your pain. I sleep directly in the center of the bed, so I'm sure when I have a boy bird someday, that'll take a little adjustment. :) And just curious... please, no pressure... but did you ever send out that gift card? I know I replied pretty late. Just wanted to make sure my email went through or whatever. :)

blest said...

*snort*! That reminds me of when Danny came home from his last deployment and after about ten years of marriage miraculously developed the horrible, heinous habit of snoring!!! ARGH!!

Alyson said...

I can relate my friend...exept I'm always the one doing the squishing..