If it doesn’t kill me it just might kill my husband due to the handful of Ambien I’ll slip in his Diet Coke if we have another night like the last one.
Before you tell Nathan to file a restraining order, I don’t really have murderous intentions (unless it’s 2 a.m. and the alarm’s going off in five hours…and by alarm, I mean Olivia), but another night of me not sleeping because he can’t sleep
might will be the end of me.
Honey, I’m sorry you can’t sleep because your brain is in overdrive due to all the commitments you have (executive MBA school, full-time job and church), but they have drugs for that. And when the dosage listed on the bottle of sleeping pills allows you to take up to two, please don’t take a half…and then a half an hour later because the first half didn’t cut it.
Tossing and turning and spooning and snuggling might work for you—or not work like we experienced last night—but it keeps me awake. And keeping me awake is the last thing you want to do. Just ask the kids. They have Child Protective Services on speed dial just in case.
For my sanity, your safety and the kids’ well-being, let’s avoid secondhand insomnia. Try this next time:
- Take a solid dose of your sleeping pill.
- Lie very still in bed.
- Breathe deeply.
- Keep your hands to yourself.
Even if you’re not asleep after trying all of the above, I will be and that’s all that matters.
If you find you can’t follow steps 2 and 4, carefully exit the bed and head downstairs. You’re more than welcome to toss and turn in the guest bedroom while spooning with the body pillow.