But not, I suspect, for the same reasons you suspect.
You see, while I adore my husband, and believe him to be a prince among men, he has a sleep related shortcoming that drives me to the brink of insanity.
He needs to sleep with a fan on. Every. Single. Night.
It can be the dead of freakin’ winter, 3 degrees out and he’ll still find it essential to switch it on. For him it’s not so much related to staying cool, it’s all about the buzz. (But not the buzz in the sense he gets a high from it, though I am sure he does – why else would he persist so??!!). No, seems The Husband can’t stand the silence and sees this as a sort of “white noise” that drowns out, oh, a stampeding horde of angry oxen or a squadron of fighter jets doing loop-de-loops over head.
Am I being a tad dramatic? Likely – but that is how much I detest it and how annoyingly loud I find it.
To be frank, I find it is anything but conducive to promoting a restful snoozing environment. Though, I do try to understand his plight as I’m a fellow poor sleeper. And I shouldn’t point the finger of blame squarely at he as I’ve
far too many of my own weird conditions that must be met in order for me to be in a prime frame of mind for my own beauty sleep. (I’d need whole separate blog post to list my own silly sleep idiosyncrasies).
Besides the noise factor, it doesn’t help I’m allergic to dust – and we all know that even the cleanest house is no match for the nuclear resistant entity that is the common house dust mite. So not only am I huddling under pillows and mummify-ing myself in blankets to ensure none is being blown my way, but I’m also forced to don ear plugs to drown out the very thing that he uses to drown out everything else…
Crazy cats, aren’t we? Yet it’s apparently the only solution to both being able to get some restful slumber together. However it is purely pot luck as to whether I’ll manage to survive the whole next day without being at the mercy of a full blown allergies attack on my feeble sinuses.
I recall I once saw an episode of Oprah where a couple admitted the key to their harmonious union was keeping separate bedrooms. While it was criticised by the panel of experts – and I think a little dramatic – I’m going to admit there are nights when that works best for us. Not long term though, but the odd night here & there so that we both wake refreshed.
But clearly, NOTHING shall come between me and my beloved brand new Sealy. Should it come to that I’ll be sending him packing to the space room!