I woke up this morning with the bloody evidence of a restless sleep. In my ear no less. From trying to block the loud sleep-purr of my man.
For two years ear plugs have kept me from two things: chronic sleep deprivation, and killing my partner in his sleep.
For years I lived alone.
Only in retrospect have I discovered that it was ‘blissfully’ alone.
Just in case you couldn’t tell, that is the delirious, sleep-deprived laughter of a woman who now shares her bed with a chronic snorer. A snorer supreme. A snorosaurus. A snorenado if you will.
Every night it’s snormagedon. And I’m sooooooo t i r e d.
This morning, a contractor needed to get into the building where I worked before we opened, so since I was awake all night anyway, I went in early to unlock the doors. I rolled out of my car yawning at the same time as the contractor pulled up.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, finishing up a big, wide-mouthed yawn, “I”m not much of a morning person and the love of my life snores like a bulldozer.”
“So do I, ” he said, and then he laughed.
He laughed. Asshole.
I had the same response from the lady who served me at the liquor store tonight. It was my one and only stop on my way home from work. The only thing I wanted was a big bowl of my auntie’s recipe for 3 in 1, an intravenous feed of red wine, and a full-bellied-red-wine-induced-nap in front of the fireplace.
And that’s exactly what I had.
Until my well-rested horror-snorer came barging through the door. He was full of energy from having a full night of sleep.
Just to be clear to all of the snorers out there-we hate you.
You see, until now, I thought I had a solution. I had adopted the wise sleep habit of my bestie – using earplugs. Trust me, once you start wearing your long nightie to bed with socks, the ear plugs come next. The good news is when you reach this stage, you have simply come into your own power. You are silently creating your very own space. Everything about you, including your self-induced hearing impairment does not invite anyone into your space, not even subliminally. Your entire vibe is fuck-off-and-let-me-sleep. The flannel, the socks and the construction orange ear-plugs are sleepy-time-thug-gear.
Until you wake up with a bloody ear from wearing ear plugs too often.
The only solution I can come up with right now is to learn how to accessorize an orange jumpsuit.