So we have a king size bed, and have found that it is impossible for us to get a good nights sleep on anything smaller. Despite his large size, Sam only gets a third of the bed because sometimes I prefer to sleep sideways and diagonal, which requires a lot more room.
Last night Sam broke the rules big time. He somehow managed to throw his own pillow halfway across the room (he has weird nightmares), then he rolled over to my side and tried to claim my pillow as his own. I'm not sure when it started because I was fast asleep, but I do remember how it ended: me not happy. I woke up a little confused and pretty claustrophobic. My right leg was hanging off the mattress, and my neck hurt from lack of support (I had no pillow) I looked at Sam and he was peacefully sleeping on my pillow and my side of the bed.
Let's just say that he is VERY lucky he had a genetics test the next day or else he wouldn't have been very happy with the plans I had to wake him up and move him back to Sam territory. Oh, and maybe a little luck went to me loving him enough to not do anything too mean.
The moral of the story: I am mean for squishing a large Sam (relatively speaking) to a third of the bed. I got a little taste of my own medicine and I did not enjoy it.
Last night Sam broke the rules big time. He somehow managed to throw his own pillow halfway across the room (he has weird nightmares), then he rolled over to my side and tried to claim my pillow as his own. I'm not sure when it started because I was fast asleep, but I do remember how it ended: me not happy. I woke up a little confused and pretty claustrophobic. My right leg was hanging off the mattress, and my neck hurt from lack of support (I had no pillow) I looked at Sam and he was peacefully sleeping on my pillow and my side of the bed.
Let's just say that he is VERY lucky he had a genetics test the next day or else he wouldn't have been very happy with the plans I had to wake him up and move him back to Sam territory. Oh, and maybe a little luck went to me loving him enough to not do anything too mean.
The moral of the story: I am mean for squishing a large Sam (relatively speaking) to a third of the bed. I got a little taste of my own medicine and I did not enjoy it.
3 comments:
Hey Sam and Terri this is Tiffany Strong (Rust) how are you doing? I miss you both and hope you are doing well. I got your blog from Ben's. Here is mine theconverseclan.blogspot.com
Can we be blog buddies?
You both are adorable!
Haha! You are hilarious. We are so alike Terri! I dare say Ben would add that I like to push the boundaries on my designated space! I wanna know what you were going to do to wake Sam up, I'll bet it was good :)
Poor Sam and his crazy nightmares . . . so I wrote out a really funny comment just now but Chuck advised me to text it to you instead :) But I hope Sam did well on his test so that your sacrifice was worth it!
Post a Comment