Sometimes being married isn't so bad...
Okay so, I've complained on here once or twice about the things my husband does that wind me up, make me angry or upset or whatever. So in the interest of fairness, I thought I'd share a lovely thing that he did for me the night before last.
I occasionally suffer from insomnia, times when no matter how tired I am, I just can't get my brain to shut off. I can go up to a week at a time of getting absolutely no sleep, becoming increasingly frustrated and upset because I just need to fall asleep, dammit. The night before last marked the sixth night in a row of my most recent bout of sleeplessness, and it got to the point where I was laying in bed with tears of frustration soaking the pillow, trying to be quiet so that I didn't wake anyone else up.
Ben had got home from work at just gone midnight, and had pretty much flopped straight into bed in the hopes of getting a couple hours sleep before he had to get up again for his 7 am shift. If he was lucky, he might have got about 4 and a half hours of sleep. He didn't; in fact he ended up getting only 2, because he woke up from all my shuffling around and instead of telling me to fuck off and leave him to sleep, he decided to get up and sort me out. He made me a cup of hot chocolate, sat up with me while I drank it, and then stroked my back until I finally, finally, fell asleep. His alarm went off an hour later, and he got up, left notes for the kids to wake me up if I slept through the school run alarm, and went into work for another 10 hour shift. Then he came home, realised that I was basically good for absolutely nothing (it's funny how just a little bit of sleep can leave you feeling worse than no sleep at all), and sorted out dinner for the kids, ran me a bath, and came up and washed my hair for me, before tucking me back into bed and dealing with the kids until bedtime.
I complain about Ben a lot, but then he goes and does things like this and I feel a little bit guilty for ever thinking of him as anything other than amazing. Of course, he'll probably do something incredibly irritating in the next few days and I'll be back to wanting to kick him in the shins, but until the inevitable happens, I'll just be over here, smiling over how I'm a little bit in love with my husband.
I occasionally suffer from insomnia, times when no matter how tired I am, I just can't get my brain to shut off. I can go up to a week at a time of getting absolutely no sleep, becoming increasingly frustrated and upset because I just need to fall asleep, dammit. The night before last marked the sixth night in a row of my most recent bout of sleeplessness, and it got to the point where I was laying in bed with tears of frustration soaking the pillow, trying to be quiet so that I didn't wake anyone else up.
Ben had got home from work at just gone midnight, and had pretty much flopped straight into bed in the hopes of getting a couple hours sleep before he had to get up again for his 7 am shift. If he was lucky, he might have got about 4 and a half hours of sleep. He didn't; in fact he ended up getting only 2, because he woke up from all my shuffling around and instead of telling me to fuck off and leave him to sleep, he decided to get up and sort me out. He made me a cup of hot chocolate, sat up with me while I drank it, and then stroked my back until I finally, finally, fell asleep. His alarm went off an hour later, and he got up, left notes for the kids to wake me up if I slept through the school run alarm, and went into work for another 10 hour shift. Then he came home, realised that I was basically good for absolutely nothing (it's funny how just a little bit of sleep can leave you feeling worse than no sleep at all), and sorted out dinner for the kids, ran me a bath, and came up and washed my hair for me, before tucking me back into bed and dealing with the kids until bedtime.
I complain about Ben a lot, but then he goes and does things like this and I feel a little bit guilty for ever thinking of him as anything other than amazing. Of course, he'll probably do something incredibly irritating in the next few days and I'll be back to wanting to kick him in the shins, but until the inevitable happens, I'll just be over here, smiling over how I'm a little bit in love with my husband.