I’m not feeling well tonight. After a month (yay!) of going to sleep without a stomach full of nausea, tonight I feel terrible. Correction: it began last night, when I’d periodically wake to orange juice in my mouth. That had backed up from my stomach. Gross.
And my husband is sleeping.
Look, I don’t begrudge him the sleep, but it sucks to be awake, alone, and feeling bad. The alternative, though, is to insist he stay up with me and that’s not the point.
I want him to want to stay up with me, you know?
But he needs sleep, tonight especially given the crazy busy weekend he’s had (building us a fence), so I’m in the guest room, alone.
Well, except for Beau who’s joined me in bed. Don’t tell. A little less alone isn’t a bad thing, even if my night’s buddy does insist on licking places one should not lick in the company of others.