A little before 8 this morning Brother woke me up to take him to “his” couch (i.e. our loveseat which was obviously designed especially for him alone given the fact that it is just the right size and positioned perfectly for watching television.)  Anyway, still somewhat in the midst of sleepyland I bumbled my way down the hall to deposit Brother in his spot.  It must have been the hour because I made the trek without noticing several indicators of a previous event.  I didn’t notice that Will wasn’t in bed.  I didn’t notice that a pillow was missing,  I didn’t notice that I wasn’t on my ’side’.  And most unusually, I didn’t notice the lump on the sofa that was my sleeping mate.  It wasn’t until later, as I was making the bed that a faint memory surfaced.

I kicked my husband out of bed this morning.  He got up for something (perhaps to refill Brother’s sippy cup?) and went to the restroom and was gone a looooong time.  (At least it felt long -  Of course, time works differently when you’re sleeping.)  And while he was gone, I kinda, sorta rolled over into his spot which was sooo cozy and warm.  And I kinda found his feather pillow and pulled it into the most perfect snuggle position.  And I stretched out my legs and just knew I was in heaven; probably because for the previous two hours I’d been the center of a boy sandwich which if you don’t know is where your husband and your son both decide they will be unable to sleep unless the whole of their bodies are completely smooshed up against your body.  As the center of this type of sandwich you are not allowed to move for fear of waking either side and so must lie with your arm under your head as your right ear slowly goes numb from the pressure and your hand cycles through numbness and tingling and finally no feeling at all while your eyes dart coveteously toward the COMPLETELY unoccupied queen bed only a foot away.  *sigh*

Was it any wonder I moved? And he was gone a long time.  The problem was:  he came back.  He came back and stood by the edge of the bed.  Was he coming to kiss me a gentle goodbye?  Was he smiling adoringly at the site of his wife and son so peaceful in their slumber?  No!  He was waiting.  I guess for me to move.  I opened one eye and mumbled, “I thought you were gone.”

“No,” he says and waits.

“Oh.  Well couldn’t you sleep somewhere else?”

I’m not certain what made me say that but it was amazingly effective.  He took a pillow and *poof* was gone.

In retrospect, given that he is the main sole breadwinner of the family and that he needs plenty of rest to do his job effectively, I kinda, sorta, shoulda been a little more giving….. maybe.