Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

I Am As Industrious As A Sloth

Actually, I'm more industrious than a sloth.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Spouses Sleeping Separate TomKat Edition

I'm telling you, I'm a trend-setter. I don't know if this will make you a believer or if you'll suffer the snoring just to keep you out of their crazy camp, but Tom Cruise and his beloved Katie Holmes sleep in separate rooms:

"In fact, they even joke about having separate bedrooms to their friends – Katie says Tom snores, and this way she can get her beauty sleep!"

"Of course they spend time together alone at night like most married couples; after all, they conceived Suri!"
Mais, oui! Conjugal relations and sleep are two entirely different things. The former can be had in airplane bathrooms, the latter, to be fully enjoyed needs a lovely bed, pillows, peace, quiet and sufficient darkness.

Can Americans stop the charade? Sharing a bedroom is uncivilized. Who needs to share all the nasty business of sleep (drool, gaseous emissions, eye boogers)? Better to leave some things mysterious, I say. Separate bedrooms keeps the love alive.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Mouth Breathing Mucus Head

By the way, I've been posting light because I have felt like a dump-truck full of mucus back-loaded into my cranium. Some of you have suspected that I'm a mouth-breather, and today, I tell you, that's literally true. Gah! I'm going to bed.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Good Intentions Pave the Path to Bed

So, last night in the spirit of rejuvinated determination, I made for the bed at a relatively early 11:24 p.m. to read for a few minutes when Little Toot woke up with an ear infection. He did not sleep all night, except for the three hours I brought him into bed with me to sleep on me. For some funny reason, I didn't sleep so well for those three hours either.

My new post-vacation resolutions included going to bed earlier because all the research very clearly links lack of sleep and expanding girth. I can attest to this corrolation--or is it causation? Whatever, it definitely matters in my case. Really, I need to be going to bed by 10 p.m. to get the benefits. If I do that, my "alone time" is only from 8 - 10 p.m. and it really isn't alone 'cuz Dr. You-Know-Who is up and I like adult conversation after a long day. See my dilemma? I might just have to live with the extra weight and sleep deprivation.