Ahhh, the bed all to myself...

My husband went to Vegas this weekend for a bachelor party for our friend. My girlfriends all couldn't believe how little I cared that he was going. I told him to have fun and jokingly asked him to take some condoms along so he didn't bring me back the clap. OF COURSE I was kidding...

What my friends didn't know, though, was that I was actually excited to sleep by myself and hog up the whole bed. My husband doesn't really infringe upon my personal space or anything, I just like to spread out, and can't do that with him there.

Of course, me being the planner that I am, and Murphy's Law being the bitch that it is, my plan to sleep was thwarted the first night by Avery (surprise!), who was awake for 2 hours in the middle of the night. I alternated between trying to rock her and trying to get her to sleep with me. Nothing worked. I think her teeth were bothering her, and let me tell you, they were bothering me too!

The second night was a little better, except Avery woke up at 4am and decided it was time to wake up for the day. Um, no honey, 4am is not time to get up... So into bed with me she came and we (she) slept for another hour and a half. I mostly just laid there thinking about how uncomfortable I was and wishing my husband was home so I could make him get up with her.

So, when it was all said and done, having him gone wasn't really all that great afterall. Well, it was nice not to have to listen to him snore. Just one more thing that I get woken up by every single freaking night.

Sleep and me? Yeah, we're not as close as we used to be.