Sleep, Perchance?

"Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep." Fran Lebowitz

We take sleep for granted. It only becomes precious when you can't get it. For some reason it is impossible for me to get a decent amount of sleep when my husband is home. No, it's not that we're up until the wee hours humping like rabbits, it's just that he's still a night owl and I'm not. I'm not an early bird either. My sleep habits defy classification.

Last night I got a whopping 6 hours of sleep. A couple of years ago that would have been plenty but today it just doesn't cut it. His alarm went off today at 8 a.m. I did not get to sleep until around 2 last night. Needless to say I was not amused.

Usually, I'm pretty good with wake up times. I can sort of pre-program myself to wake up just before the alarm. It's one of the brain functions that still works well. This, however, only works if I know when the alarm is going off. There was no mention of an 8 am wake up call during the movie we were watching until 1 o'clock the night before.

My husband has been off for the last two weeks and for me it's a bit like vacationing at Gitmo; loud irritating music (he LOVES techno but it now makes my head hurt and after about five minutes causes twitching), sleep deprivation, dog collars and leashes, ... the water-boarding should start any day now. So while he's enjoying his time off, I'm walking around on the verge of hallucinating because I haven't had a decent night's sleep for the past week and a half. He, on the other hand, could fall asleep in the middle of a Pogues concert.

So tonight I'm drawing a line in the sand. It is now about twenty after 11 and I am going to bed. There is no pressing need for me to get up early tomorrow so I'm asking him not to set his alarm. If he doesn't let me get a solid 8-9 hours of quality sleep he's the one who'll be wearing the black hood and spending the next three days in "the hole".