Nemeses of Sleep
February 2nd, 2007Last night was one of those nights when Stevel and Linus team up to conduct a sleep deprivation experiment with me as the subject. Stevel, aka The-Human-Spool, rolled and rolled until the covers were around him like a big tortilla ensnuggling a burrito. Yanking had no effect. In the end I had to wake him, and the untangling required my getting OUT of the bed to remake it. Most nights he manages to somehow jam all of the sheets into the northeastern corner of the bed at his feet, and I’m used to that, but THIS was really taking it too far. Meanwhile, Linus felt like a night of Jazzercise. On my pillow. Several times he treated the side of my face like a treadmill for five minutes or so. Then he went back to his repetitive aerobics-routine motions on my hair. “And two-and-three-and YANK-and-PULL …” Usually I would address such extreme thwarting of my beauty rest by moving into the guest room for the remainder of the night, but I’m working on some projects in there right now, so everything is topsy turvy. We had some new shelves installed in the living room this week, so of course the entire house has to be reorganized and cleaned and etc. etc. etc.
UPDATE: Stevel read this entry, and in all fairness, I feel I should make public his response, which is, “You were mean.” Apparently, this morning I demanded he turn off the alarm with a biting, cruel tone. So perhaps I get what I deserve.
February 2nd, 2007 at 9:09 pm
Okay, so I’m lucky that once Matt is asleep (on the two inches of bed that I allow him) he stays there nice and still. I’m not so lucky that Emily behaves very much in the same fashion as Linus only she MEOWS while doing so. I think her theory is, “I’m awake, taco humans, why aren’t you? Hello! Hello! Love me!”
In fact, the other day, she took to “winding up” in the bathroom, then sprinting across the bedroom, through the cat door, waking us both up with a loud THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK!
Yet, we love them anyway. Go figure.
February 3rd, 2007 at 3:00 am
We have fixed much of our sleep deprivation by exiling Mojo, and now more recently Leela, from the bedroom. Maia is more on our side of things, and, in fact, glares at us when the alarm goes off as if to say, “Seriously people, I’m sleeping here.”
However, the last few nights, Dave has taken to having “conversations” with me at about 4:30 a.m. I’ve asked him several nights in a row if we can “talk about this in the morning,” at which point he rolls over and finishes his dream in his own head instead of outloud. If he keeps it up though, Maia and I will have the whole bed to ourselves. We have an understanding–I try not to kick her off the bed, and she ignores it if I snore.
February 3rd, 2007 at 8:16 am
That sounds like the other night when Stefan kept wiggling, Niels came and was pressing his feet against me and then Erik started snoring. I thought about getting up and leaving but I knew that at least two of them would wake up if I did that and then I’d have to resettle everyone. Well, not Erik, he can resettle himself.