It has been a rough couple of weeks at our house. We have all been sick with colds that have become sinus infections. I have not been sleeping well. In addition to my sinus woes, I have a snoring problem: my husband.
I am a light sleeper. Normally it is not a big deal. He starts snoring when he is on his back. I wake up. I wait as long as I can possibly stand it and then I poke him. He mutters something intelligible and rolls onto his side. The snoring ceases. I sleep.
However, with all the stuffiness going on, the poking and rolling routine is just not cutting it. I poke him. He rolls onto his side…and continues snoring. I say, “Can you please blow your nose?”
He replies, “No. I cannot.”
I harumph and attempt to sleep through the noise, totally miserable.
I could not stand it the other night, and finally woke him up and told him to do something about his terrible snoring. He offered to go to the couch. I paused for what seemed like an acceptable amount of time and said, “Yes, please go.”
Finally some peace. I slept.
I apologized the next day, telling him that I waited almost an hour before I sent him to the couch. He replied that I shouldn’t have waited that long as he doesn’t mind sleeping on the couch. Really??
I didn’t want to send him to the couch again. I went into our spare bedroom and dug out my dividing pillow.
The dividing pillow is a wonderful thing. I used it when he was in the Navy. I never got fully used to sleeping with him, because he gone so sporadically – either out to sea or sleeping on the boat for watch. A pillow shoved in his face blocks out most of the noise and gives me a tiny little bubble of personal space. He never seemed to mind.
I smugly told him that I was resorting to the dividing pillow. He could stay in bed.
We settled in for the night. Again, I was awaken at 3am by this ridiculous snoring. I went through my futile routine of asking him to blow his nose. He refused. I shoved a pillow between us.
It didn’t help. He ended up on the couch again.
I hope we all get better soon.