In honour of Valentine’s Day, our most recent holiday, I thought I would share a little about my lack of snuggliness; mostly to see if there are in fact other women like me.
Are you a snuggly sleeper?
The other day, I was chatting with a friend. I mentioned to her that we were getting a new bed because ours was really saggy in the middle and Daniel and I end up squished together all night. She said, “that wouldn’t be a problem for us because we snuggle all night anyway!”
Call me crazy, but I just can’t imagine being cuddled up to him like that ALL night while I slept. In fact, I can’t fall asleep at all while we cuddle. Which is a problem, since I’m married to an intense snuggler.
I like hugging him, or snuggling while we watch a movie…things like that, but when it’s time to sleep, I like. My. Space. I sprawl as much as I can (a king size bed is on my top 10 wish list!), and enjoy my sleep as much as I can. After all, who knows how much of it I’ll get in any given night?
Here’s an example of our night:
11:00 (or thereabouts): crawl into bed, snuggle and chat for a bit.
11:20: I say, “ok, bedtime!” or something like that, and we turn so our backs are together and go to sleep.
1:15: Myka comes into our room, asking for a drink. I get up, get her a drink, put her in bed, and sit by her bed for a few minutes because “I want you, mommy”.
1:25: I sneak out of her room, go into my room, and go to crawl into bed. Usually I end up sitting on Daniel’s arm because he has gotten into what I like to call the “Venus Flytrap” position. As soon as I get out of bed in the night, he subconsciously rolls so that his hands and feet are touching my edge of the bed. This way, the second he feels me get back in, he can “trap” me and use me as a human body pillow. I can’t fall asleep during this unconscious snuggling…partly from feeling constricted, partly from his snoring in my ear, and partly from his breath on my face. Ew.
I usually lay there politely for a minute or two before elbowing him in the ribs so he will roll over and I can fall back to sleep.
3:30: I wake up again to get Danica a drink of water and the above process is repeated.
The other night it was proven that while Daniel is an unconscious snuggler, I am an unconscious anti-snuggler. He told me this story the next morning:
He had gotten up to use the washroom in the night, and when he got out of bed, threw his side of the covers onto me. When he crawled back into bed and reached over to grab his covers off of me, my arm did a lightning fast karate chop down the side of my body to hold the blankets down around me and prevent him from coming near.
What can I say? I really like my space at night!