When I was prego with Deacon I could sleep - but only in a very specific set of parameters. I decided our mattress was the worst thing in the world, and so I could only sleep on the bed in the guest room. I also decided that every sheet, blanket and comforter we owned was terrible, uncomfortable, and I didn't want them anywhere near me. All except a single quilt my mom had given me.
And even though I delivered the Big D close to 9 months ago and have moved back into sleeping in the master bedroom on the mattress I used to refer to as "evil" - I haven't been able to kick my quilt habit. I cannot fall asleep at night unless I am under my most favorite quilt, with no other blankets touching me. A little OCD, I know. But if it means a good night's sleep, then I'll do whatever it takes. And because this particular quilt is the only thing that I can sleep under, it is understandable that I am extremely protective of it.
Well - understandable to me... not so understandable to my husband. The caveat is that he's not allowed to sleep under my quilt - I guess I forgot to mention that? : ) And it's not because I don't want him close to me - it's because he steals it during the middle of the night. At some point every single night since I've known him, he rolls over in this sleep, wrapping himself up like a eggroll in any blanket, sheet - or quilt - in reach. And there I'm left - exposed to the elements... up sleep's creek without my quilt. So he's been banned from touching my quilt. Lenni LuLu (the dog) has also been banned from sleeping in, on or under my quilt {Yes, we somehow got roped in to co-sleeping with the dog - http://sweetleighmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-up-with-co-sleeping.html} For obvious reasons, the quilt has become a point of contention every single night - so much so that he one day said, "That quilt is the root of all evil!" LOL! That is how serious this quilt issue has become.
Except the other night when Daniel wasn't feeling good and he went up to bed early. When I went up a few hours later... lo and behold - Daniel was sleeping like a baby under none other than MY QUILT! The same quilt he referred to as "evil" just a few nights before. He must have heard me come into the bedroom and woke up a little bit. When I climbed in bed and tried to reclaim the quilt, he said the most unbelievable statement: "This is the most comfortable quilt I have ever slept under in my life! I have never slept so well as I do under this quilt! Now I understand your obsession with it... maybe it's not so evil after all..." and he fell back asleep. Curled up, with the quilt wrapped around him like a burrito.
So now I am forced to share my beloved quilt every night. But it's not without a few swift kicks and elbows to the ribs if he tries to take more than his fair share. All is fair in love and sleep.
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