Nocturnal Journal

I woke up on my office floor this morning.

Grab your attention? I thought so. Now, I'll set the story up. My office in adjacent to the family room. My computer table sits against the wall and on the other side of the wall is one of two long sofas that flank the walls of the family room. My husband is partial to the sofa nearest my office (so much so that he avoids the other like it has something deadly he might catch…might be why that one still looks brand new). Anyway, since I moved down here (had been on center level until a few months back) he's fallen asleep EACH AND EVERY night on the sofa on the other side of my office way. That wouldn't be so bad if he didn't snore loud enough to wake the dead and then get grumpy when you try to wake him up and convince him to go up to bed.

I have begged and pleaded. I've bitched. I've moaned. Still, the man ignores me, laughing as he gets comfy to watch a whole ten minutes of TV before passing out cold. Finally, I snapped. I went out and took ALL the sofa cushions and pulled them into my office. I then locked my office door, sat down, put headset on and worked until the wee hours of morning.

Ah silence at last!

It got really late and I didn't want to go up and walk past my son's rooms because they have mommy-dar…you know…they can hear me coming and are instantly awake and wanting something. I looked back at the mound of comfy throw pillows and cushions and gave into temptation. I curled up on them and woke up there this morning.

My husband comes down, finds me asleep on them all and laughs. He then acknowledges that I did manage to find a way to keep him from passing out on sofa. I winked and told him I'd keep doing it and if he found another way to fall asleep out there, snoring so loud that I can't work, he'd come home and find I'd given away all the furniture making TV viewing standing room only.

Yes, I do feel quite proud of myself…even if there is a kink in my neck from sleeping on floor of my office.