It wasn't until a few years ago, I began having trouble sleeping. Maybe it's the stress of the job, my age or my addiction to the Food Network combined with my inability to stop watching a show even though it's 2:30 AM and I have to get up at 6 AM. I truly could not tell you why I'm plagued with insomnia. I've tried everything, hot liquids, extensive masturbation, (ya know, because it's been proven after an orgasm, the release of endorphins acts as a natural tranquilizer that relaxes you) boring books - nothing works. Yoga has been the best medicine. After a week of yoga classes, I sleep like a newborn babe....in between feedings. I'm not into new age hooey, but that shit works for me. But, the job hasn't allowed me the freedom to enjoy a downward dog with a side of warrior. So, I'm back to roaming the halls until the wee hours.
The Husband could sleep thru anything. It takes less than 15 minutes from the time his head hits the pillow until he's enjoying a peaceful REM cycle. The entire Notre Dame marching band could parade into our bedroom, play two or three songs, then parade out and he wouldn't hear a thing. He snores like a freight train with ungreased axles and hogs 3/4 of the bed at any given hour.
Thankfully, there are some nights I start to feel sleepy at a reasonable hour (and there's nothing on the Food Network that interests me or I've see all the reruns of Sex and The City). The Husband is in bed with his laptop watching YouTube videos, porn, something with guitars or whatever because he's not tired. I snuggle down into my pillow, roll over to my left side, tuck my legs up slightly and slowly start to relax. I'm 95% there. I've almost crested the hill to dreamland and I'm about to go thru the gates....
It is at this very moment The Husband decides he's horny and maybe we should have some sex.
Now, before you get all up in my face about I've told you how much I love sex and I like to have it anytime, any place, yada, yada, YADA - let me tell you, I was ready and willing 10-15 minutes before my head hit the pillow. In fact, he'd had the 2-3 hours before the 10-15 minutes to decide to do the deed. I was ready, willing and able. Now, I'm trying to sleep. Just because he's not tired and wants to sleep doesn't give him the right to turn me into his own personal dose of Ambien. I will tell you, that's exactly what he's doing. He's bored of YouTube, there's nothing on TV, he needs to get up early, why not bang the wife and get those endorphins.
Well, I took one for the team. It took me 5 minutes to fully wake up. As always, I enjoyed it. He's a stud, the man, all that and a bag of chips.
It's been 15 minutes since the final orgasm. The 200 decibel snoring has begun and there is a giant, muscled, hairy leg in my area of the bed.
I'm wide awake.
LOL! :)
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