"People Who Snore Always Fall Asleep First"

Woah!  Chris is rubbing off on me.  I don't sleep-in (unless you count as a teenager because, "Back in my day..." we woke up at the crack of dawn (I'm talking 5:00 am) for daily scripture study and seminary.  Or, as my case often was, relocated sleep locations early in the morning.), but TWICE this week, I woke up and went back to sleep, only to wake up hours later.  Once when Chris got home from work; we had scripture study, and I fell back asleep rather than getting up and ready as I have been doing.  Again this morning, when my brain told me to get out of bed (and stop being worthless), my body just wouldn't move... until 9 stinkin' o' clock!  What is going on here?!

Well, I'm pretty sure I've figured it out.  No, I'm not burnt out from playing the role of wife.  No, it's not that I'm eating unhealthily, or I'm just lazy as all get out (although...).  It because our bedroom is dark.  Constantly dark.  Often dark.


See, it's like this: Chris works night = sleeps during the day = needs dark to sleep in = blackout-curtains.  Those.  Puppies.  Work.  Let me just show you how well they work:

      This is early afternoon with the lights on.

    This is 30 seconds later with the lights off.

Can you understand how that would be so confusing to one's brain?!  It always looks like I should be asleep.  And it always looks like Chris should be awake/ at work, yet we have those black out curtains (hidden behind the pretty ones) so he can sleep?  Who agrees with me when I point out that this makes no sense?  (Yes, my bed is always made.  I actually did not just make it to take that picture.  Fact.).  

This is my solution: don't fight it.  If my body is telling me I need sleep, then I need sleep, right?  That's how it works for children, and I basically have the emotions of a child... soooo... clearly my logic has some potential. 

There are some major advantages to these curtains.  For example, they keep our room nice and cool with these OUT OF CONTROL temperatures.  (Hey, Texans:  I don't even wanna hear it.  YOU chose to live in Texas, so the triple digits are part of the package.  ;-)  ...)  


Chris and I had a long (but fun) day; we had lunch with Grandmama and Pa (his mom's parents), went to JCPenny's with them, went to Bed Bath & Beyond, and we went to see STUPID, CRAZY, LOVE (like eight years later.  We Fail.)  For those of you who haven't seen it:  It.  was.  Wonderful.  Throw in the towel already and just stinkin' watch it.  All this was done... while I was wearing boots... with heals.  It was nice to finally get home and kick off my shoes, but by the end of everything, we were both drawing near the end of our ropes (not openly grumpy with each other, but getting there).


We got home and snuggled on our cool bed in our cool room.  Chris looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I'm so grumpy."  To which I replied, "I'm sorry you're so grumpy, too."  ;-)  I think he's rubbing off on me.

Gosh, I love this guy.  :-)  ------------>








Note:  As strong and brave as he may be in my eyes, I'm not sure he'd actually be able to hold that boulder up without the body builder (not pictured) to his right.