Raining, Pouring and Snoring
I don't want summer to end, but today was the last day. *sniff*. The weather has definitely turned colder. It's been chilly and windy and rainy and just dreary. Joel finally cleaned the furnace filters and so maybe I won't freeze to death tonight. My bedroom is the most freezingest in the house because, ---and you must remember that this is the ghetto--- the window is missing the inner pane.
I do have my own bedroom, in case anyone was wondering. It's like 10x10, which is miniscule compared to the master bedrooms I've always had since I was 18. Of course I had to share a master bedroom with my then-husband for 10 years, but still... it was big and roomy, and for the last five years of marriage I mostly had it to myself due to his military stints ranging from a few days to a few months. Then when I bought my condo in smalltown Cali, the master bedroom was perfect. I had two dressers, an armoire, a nightstand, a Jamaican dressing chair and my king size four-poster bed that I just love. At one point I also had a computer desk and rolling chair in there when I allowed Del (first pseudo-boyfriend) to move in. My home office became his bedroom. Twice. That is one of the rules of being in a pseudo-relationship. You live together and have separate bedrooms. As I do now.
But you know what? I love having my own room. I don't know that I can ever share a bed with a man again. I don't mean for sexual purposes of course. I just mean sleeping. After sex, I just want to spread out in my own bed and fall asleep without having to listen to a guy snore. And I would have to say that 100% of the men I've slept with in the past 5 years have snored and it bugged the crap out of me! That is definitely a deal breaker. Well, almost. I guess it can be medically fixed, right?
Sometimes I do miss snuggling up next to someone at night. But mostly I'm happy to curl up with Teddy Bear and take as much of the covers as I want. This is my life for now, and I am content to sleep alone. I just don't want to be freezing cold! Time to break out the down comforter.
I do have my own bedroom, in case anyone was wondering. It's like 10x10, which is miniscule compared to the master bedrooms I've always had since I was 18. Of course I had to share a master bedroom with my then-husband for 10 years, but still... it was big and roomy, and for the last five years of marriage I mostly had it to myself due to his military stints ranging from a few days to a few months. Then when I bought my condo in smalltown Cali, the master bedroom was perfect. I had two dressers, an armoire, a nightstand, a Jamaican dressing chair and my king size four-poster bed that I just love. At one point I also had a computer desk and rolling chair in there when I allowed Del (first pseudo-boyfriend) to move in. My home office became his bedroom. Twice. That is one of the rules of being in a pseudo-relationship. You live together and have separate bedrooms. As I do now.
But you know what? I love having my own room. I don't know that I can ever share a bed with a man again. I don't mean for sexual purposes of course. I just mean sleeping. After sex, I just want to spread out in my own bed and fall asleep without having to listen to a guy snore. And I would have to say that 100% of the men I've slept with in the past 5 years have snored and it bugged the crap out of me! That is definitely a deal breaker. Well, almost. I guess it can be medically fixed, right?
Sometimes I do miss snuggling up next to someone at night. But mostly I'm happy to curl up with Teddy Bear and take as much of the covers as I want. This is my life for now, and I am content to sleep alone. I just don't want to be freezing cold! Time to break out the down comforter.
posted by Saleena | 11:37 PM
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