Heres what I might be doing on any given night, (usually- in the wee hours of the morning) on my side of the bed:
-tossing and turning, trying to find a comfy, sleepy, sort of spot
-debating whether or not to look at the alarm clock to find out what time it is Im awake this time
-replaying conversations in my head
-thinking about the following days activities
-making a grocery list
-wondering if I should just get up and GO to the bathroom already or if that would prevent with absolute certainty me going back to sleep
-making a to-do list
-trying to recall the dream I was having before I got up
-trying to remember something
-praying
-analyzing some problem or another
-wondering if I should get up and peek at my sleeping children
-pondering our finances
-making plans
And heres whats going on from my husbands side of the bed, always:
-sleep
Yep, thats pretty much it. The second my husbands head hits the pillow, hes out.
Last night our four-year old daughter was up a few times during the night (bad dreams). The first time my husband went to her (he usually does the middle-of-the-night-wake-ups for the very reason that when I'm awake, it's hard for me to fall asleep again). But the second time my husband was sleeping so soundly that I got up, went into her room to comfort and pray for her and then came back to bed and
worked on the above activity list. (It was 4 am; I checked this time).
My husband did mumble as I came back to bed, How is she? and I gave a brief explanation- (mind you, it was difficult for me to be brief (I felt quite chatty, actually) since I was wide awake at this point). At some point during my description I noticed he was snoring. Snoring! Speaking one second, snoring the next. Unbelievable. I wish I had that gift. Not to snore, but to sleep. Must be nice.
~Stacy | 