By the time I do head to bed the house has cooled down for the night and by the time I’ve washed my face and brushed my teeth I sometimes feel like a block of ice. I enjoy sleeping in the nude and when I finally crawl into bed, and Nick instinctively curls around me in his sleep, the bliss I feel at that moment is as close to heaven as I expect to be in this lifetime. Sadly, it last about eight seconds and then my body temperature rises to about three hundred degrees Fahrenheit and I’m struggling to get away before I spontaneously combust.
It all evens out during the night and during the cold weather months we pretty much sleep curled together in the middle of the bed. Now I have been accused on occasion of rolling into the warm spot he leaves if he gets up to head to the bathroom, leaving him about six inches of mattress room when he returns – I flatly deny this, it never happens. But he tells me a shove rolls me back to my side of the middle and all is well.
Unfortunately, my problems in bed don’t stop there. We have three cats – that’s enough said for cat lovers, but for those of you who don’t understand, cats will have the warmest, most comfortable place in the house to sleep.
Evidently that is exactly where my feet need to be or between Nick and me. Nope! Once my body temperature settles I want to be right up against Nick. Our cats, however, don’t seem to be good at taking hints and it seems to be a constant struggle. Then when Nick gets up in the morning and I could use the extra warmth in the bed they go with him to sit on his lap as he eats breakfast. Oh well…
If you have any solutions, I could us them. That is other than the one my sister – a cat hater – suggested, when I complained to her she said simply, “There’s a shot that will fix that.” Thankfully the cats didn’t hear her.
*I may not have problems tonight – I’m stay up to see who wins and I’m praying while I wait.