This is so not the post you THINK this is.

Peter and I used to have a nice constant sleeping pattern. I’d crawl into bed and be sound asleep while he passed out on the couch watching Scrubs/Stargate/ESPN. Then he’d quietly make his way to bed at some point in the dark of night, being very careful to not wake me. Thus the peaceful co-sleeping would commence.

It’s been hard adjusting to sleeping without Pete since he moved to Alabama to work. At first it seems like the bed was gargantuan, too much space and not enough blanket wrestling. Then it was getting used to not sleeping 3-4 people in the bed, just me and the girls snuggled up…that wasn’t SO hard to get used to….that’s sort of nice. But I’ve gotten accustomed to the sleeping now, all that space to myself and I very rarely wake myself up snoring.

The harder thing now is sleeping when Peter’s home.

Did he always flop around this much?

Has he always snored this loud?

When the heck did he start thinking it was ok to sleep vertically on the bed?

But it’s good to have him there. It’s good to reach over and touch his arm in the night. It’s comforting to know that if we ever have an intruder he’ll be there to make me get up and see what they’re stealing.

Yet, still….STILL with the freakishly loud snoring!

Tonight he was so gentle and loving when telling the kids, “Mommy snores like a pig.”

Hey, Pot, this is Kettle….you’re black! (ok, totally stole that line from “Friends”, but perfect for this situation)

Yeah, love you too, you cover-stealing, space-monopolizing bed hog!

But Peyton always has my back and let daddy know, “Mommy snores like a butterfly!”

I DO snore like a gentle, fragile butterfly and the next time he whacks me on the head in the night, I’ll return the favor with one my graceful butterfly punches to the gut.