I think this whole getting used to being married thing is harder than I anticipated.
I started thinking about this at about 2:00 am last night (this morning?).
That was when I woke up cold and teetering on the edge of my bed.
See, I share my queen-sized with two others, one human, one feline. And somehow, I'm getting the fuzzy end of this lollipop.
I woke up this morning pretty cranky. I tried to tug on the blanket to cover my shivering shoulders, but to no avail, it wouldn't budge.
So I assessed the situation. Turns out my six feet two inch husband was soundly asleep, and had arranged himself, roughly, into a right angle in our bed.
Yes, full on 90 degrees, the fulcrum of which was well over on my side of the bed. And by fulcrum, of course, I mean his big ol' bootay shoved over that invisible line that has kept the peace in marriages for centuries.
On my side. Long limbed brotha was taking up a full three quarters of the entire bed.
And then, as if dotting the i, at the apex of the fulcrum rested our fourteen pound feline, limbs akimbo, thus taking up about half of the remaining quarter of the bed I got to inhabit.
I generally try not to disturb people when fast asleep, because I ask the same courtesy, so I tried just to make do. For about five minutes.
Then I got mad. And said aloud, "I'm taking back the night!"
Floppy cat was lifted and relocated. Good. Getting movement from the boy was going to take more thought.
So I went in for the nuzzle. The plan was, I nuzzle, and as he turns to return it, he will shift that bootay back over into the demilitarized zone.
It worked perfectly.
Then, as he turned, I tugged with all I had on the blanket, thus unloosening endless folds of blanket.
Yes. Success!
Happier with the more obtuse angle of the husband and the relocated location of the feline, I wrapped as much blanket around me as possible, dug in firmly in my space, turned my back on everyone, and went back to sleep.
You know...when I was single, I was able to flop like a starfish in the middle of my bed and sleep all night, undeterred.
I never knew a wife has to learn to be so cagy...
