Jonathan and I are going to a wedding tonight that is at a pretty nice place, and it’s an evening wedding so he’s got to dress a little nicer than he normally would to a wedding. Some would say he should wear a suit jacket…I compromised and said he could wear a nice shirt and tie with no jacket. Well, he doesn’t wear slacks too ofter, if ever and he has a couple of button up shirts but none were the right kind….girls, you know what I’m talking about, guys–sorry! Anyway, so yesterday evening we went out looking for some nice dress pants, a shirt, and a new tie. We had a whole outfit picked out but then I changed my mind b/c it was kind of too blah..just earth tone colors and such…so poor Jonathan had to endure all this and we set out to find another shirt and tie…..well we did, we ended up with a nice blue shirt and stripped tie. We got home and of course I made him try it on because we, I say we but I mean I, had to see it all put together. I have to say he looked REALLY good, despite the fact I made it impossible and he probably will never want to go shopping with me again. He looked awesome, and I think it was all worth it. He said that this was the hardest time he’s ever had getting dressed for a wedding, including his own. That’s about 98% my fault and I’m sorry. But this was more than just finding an outfit for a wedding, every guy needs atleast one nice dress outfit in their wardrobe. So Jonathan, now you have that nice dress outfit and I won’t bother you again about it.

No, i’m not talking about one of the 7 dwards….I’m talking about my state of being this morning..and well, any other morning for that matter. I really think you can’t function great on 4 1/2 or 5 hours of sleep and that’s what I’ve been getting lately, some nights 6 hours. I rarely fall asleep before 10:30 and pray I’m asleep by 11:00. I usually get into bed by 10:00 or so but can’t ever fall asleep right away…man I wish the days of my childhood when I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow. Anyway, i am usually completely out of it and wanting to be asleep and there’s Jonathan just talking away…I’m like “ya, ok, uhuh” to whatever he is saying….poor guy, I feel bad But when you go to sleep around 10:30 or 11:00, wake up at 4:45, and then wake up about 4 or 5 times throughout the night and are usually up about 30 minutes each time, that leaves you with little sleep. And sadly about 2 or 3 of those times I wake up it’s b/c someone is snoring. I was up for about an hour last night from 1:00-2:00 and finally I decided to go downstairs and sleep on the couch….well, that lasted all of 5 minutes becuase I didn’t have my fan and I could still hear him snoring…..That’s the problem with a loft style townhouse and no wall to your bedroom. I’m just tired of being tired….between lack of sleep and my heart meds that make you sleepy I have no chance! Oh well, maybe tonight I’ll get some sleep.

So we were just sitting around last night and I was trying to get comfortable on the couch with my blanket and pillows and Presley (my dog) and such….anyway, Jonathan said that I was like a dog. You know how when you are trying to get comfortable and lay down they circle and circle and circle again until they find just the right spot then they lay down. He said I was like that, I kept moving until I got comfy, I was not circling like a dog. So to that I say, Presley let us circle and move around until we get comfy…we’re the ones that are going to have to lay that way, not anyone else….they can make fun of us all they want, but in the end I’ll be comfortable!

Since I’m used to sleeping by myself and no one else in the bed, I’m used to having all the sheets and blankets for myself….I think Jonathan is the same way. Subconsciously both of us are still in that mind frame and steal the covers in the middle of the night. I’ll wake up and have like half of my body covered with the blanket and Jonathan has the rest of the KING size blanket, so I just pull enough to cover me, not to take any from him…then a little while later, he’ll wake up and pull them over to his side not thinking and it will happen again, so I have to pull them back to over. Then he’ll roll over or I’ll roll over and end up pulling the rest of the blanket with me so he’ll have to pull it back over and it’s a vicious cycle. Then there’s the problem with the fan…I have to sleep with a fan blowing right on me at night….sometimes he gets cold with it, but do you really think I’m gonna turn that fan off-ah, that’s a big fat NO. I can’t sleep without it. The only thing saving me is that our bedroom is upstairs so it gets rather warm up there at night, and we’re both kind of cheap and don’t want to pay more for electricity than we have to so we leave the thermostat on 80 at night….It’s not bad, really. Anyway, moral of the story–sometimes it takes a while to get used to someone else being in the bed and taking your covers.