Snoring

I.HATE.SNORING.

So now that we're clear. I've never done well with sleeping next to a snorer. Traveling with my parents...always interesting. I'm not going to sell out the snorer (they know who they are). Then I married. I married a wonderful man. I married a snorer. Great. Andy's snoring has meant that I have slept in our guest bedroom many nights. Then our guest bedroom turned into the nursery. So the couch and I became friends. I've even kicked Andy out of bed. And before you judge or offer suggestions let me know say I've tried it all. Pillows over my head, ear plugs, I even have a white noise machine in the bedroom. Andy has tried the nose strips. Let me just say I believe those open up the nasal passages for louder snoring. It can become very frustrating. And as I watch the clock tick by I become even more angry at the situation.

So why you might ask, am I up at 5:46 on a Saturday morning writing a blog about snoring. Well, let me tell you. Andy had a gig tonight in Boerne. They were awesome. Andy's family was in town so everyone came over and the guys (Acoustic Soul) continued to sing for us. Well at midnight we decided it was too late for the three to drive back to Austin (over a two hour drive). So they all crashed on various couches and chairs/ottomans. At about 4:00 I awoke to my sweet husband's "night singing" (makes it sound more appealing doesn't it?) After 30 minutes of tossing and turning I gave up and decided to make a palate on the floor in Lyla's room and go back to sleep. Let me remind you that we have tile in every room. Not the most comfortable, but I figured some sleep was better than none. Well, wouldn't you know that even my sweet little girl had some heavy breathing. No fear, I'll just put a little pillow over my head and finally an hour later I'm asleep. But no more than 20 minutes later what do I awake to? Someone in the living room (one wall away) sawing some very serious logs.

Sometimes a girl can't win. So here I am, back in my bed, next to my snoring husband. Hoping at some point pure exhaustion will put me to sleep. I'm also thinking he gets to wake up with the baby in a few hours. I think I've earned that. I mean, I haven't put a pillow over his head.