Wrestling is Stupid

I know that last post was lame.  I know, OK?  I realized where all my missing blog posts have gone.  Every night as I go off to sleep I think over everything that is going on around here and compose posts in my mind. But, I can't drag myself out of my awesome bed to actually blog.  My bed really is THAT amazing.  But tonight (lucky you!) I'm posting. 

I can't sleep.  Someone is snoring in my bed.

During the first six months of my marriage, I rarely slept.  I don't know how I got through it. It's a blur, kind of like when a newborn baby arrives.  Sleep comes in small bursts - you grab it whenever and wherever you can.  Chance was a very loud sleeper.  Crazy loud.  It was impossible to sleep next to that kind of noise.  And it's a truth universally accepted that people who snore, fall asleep first.  We were living in a strange basement apartment in Northgate and the kitchen was the only place I could escape.  For months, I slept night after night on a hard wooden chair with my head resting on our table.  Seriously.  Sometimes I would switch it up and drag our old velvety (non-reclining) chairs into the kitchen to sleep on.  If you've ever been to my house, you've seen them.  Here are some pictures:

This picture was taken on January 2, 2003. I have a really good memory for things like that.  You see the red chair on the right?  That was one of my beds.  I slept there.  That white couch was the first couch Chance and I bought together.  And that table ... I miss it.  We lost it in a flood in MN.  And wasn't Tyler adorable?  He's almost 10 now and I don't call him "adorable" much anymore because he rolls his eyes and stops talking to me.   

And here is one of Emma sitting in it, just because it made me laugh. She was about one and didn't have any real hair yet.  I love that face!

And just so no one can say I play favorites, here are a couple of Noah with one of the chairs.  It turns out I don't have a good picture of the chairs, but they do appear in almost all our birthday party pictures, so that's cool.  I'm always saying we need our own family traditions.  What's better than birthday chairs?  These pictures were taken on September 9, 2006.  It was Noah's 3rd birthday.  I bought him that chef outfit, a bunch of wooden food toys and a play kitchen.  Chance didn't think a kitchen was a very manly gift for his son and gave him some super heroes or something.  It turns out he was probably right because I think the boys spent most of their time jumping off it like Superman. In less than six months the kitchen was demolished and in the trash.  So, it was one of those rare times when Chance was right and I was wrong. 

ANYWAY......... back to me.  After about six months of sleeping at the kitchen table and on the red chairs, my body finally found a way to tune out Chance and sleep.  Kind of.  Mostly.  But he'll tell you I just hit him every night until he rolled over. And then in July of '09, after 11 years of torture, Chance had his tonsils removed and his deviated septum repaired. Translation:  the doctor fixed his nose and removed everything in his throat that could make noise. It was a whole new world of sleep! I had forgotten that kind of sleep.  It was glorious!  And I've been enjoying it for almost 2 years. Then.... tonight Chance was wrestling the kids.  In all the fun, Tyler's heel somehow made contact with Chance's nose.  Wrestling is stupid.  That deviated septum?  Yeah, it might need to be repaired again.  And it will be another 11 years before we can afford that surgery again.

So, I can't sleep.  Someone is snoring in my bed.

"Fatigue is the best pillow." ~Benjamin Franklin


"People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one." ~Leo J. Burke



"O bed! O bed! delicious bed!  That heaven upon earth to the weary head."
~Thomas Hood, British Poet
From Miss Kilmansegg - Her Dream