I love quiet, but Paul seems to think being quiet is so unnecessary. Webster defines quiet as: making no noise or sound, esp. no disturbing sound. I think I need to leave post it notes with that definition all over the house for Paul's benefit.
I usually go to bed before Paul, and I'm just enjoying a sound sleep when he blams his way into the bedroom. It's possible to quietly open and a close a door. I know it is! I quietly open and close our bedroom door every Saturday morning when Paul wants to sleep late. I do this for two reasons. One being, it's the polite thing to do. He works hard all week, goes in very early some mornings, and letting him enjoy a late sleep in is polite. The second reason that I quietly open and close our bedroom door is, if I wake him up, he will then get up and make NOISE.
It's interesting to me the amount of noise one person can make in the process of getting ready for bed. After he blams his way into the bedroom, he then blams his way into the bathroom. That means another series of slamming the door. Going in the bathroom he slams the door hard enough to shake the house on it's foundation, and coming out, it's another house shaking episode. If his goal was to wake me up, he accomplished that with the opening and slamming of the bedroom door.
He must still be unsure if I'm awake, so his next scheme comes into play. He lifts the covers up to the ceiling to let all the cold air in with me. I'm usually cold, and most likely have finally warmed up a spot in the bed so I can be warm and comfy. Well, not anymore. Now that all the cold air is floating around me, he then swings into bed from the ceiling fan, and the landing is not swan dive quality. It's more of a belly buster to be sure. Once he has landed, he then tucks and rolls with the covers. None of this is done with stealth, you can be sure. Plenty of noise to accompany all of the actions.
I don't understand why his chronic congestion is never chronic until he gets in bed. Once he has blammed his way into the bedroom, the bathroom, and done his dive into bed, he begins to cough and try to clear his throat. He doesn't follow through with the clearing of his throat either. It's like he forgets how to follow through with the noise. So it's a half clearing noise, and I'm waiting for the other half of the noise. He will do this several times.
Finally after much tossing and turning, he will find a comfortable position and PROMPTLY fall asleep. Now I'm trying to gain back my half of the covers, get warm again, and try to recover from the interrupted sleep. Guess what happens next? He starts SNORING. To top all of this off, he will, without fail, in the mornings tell me that he is so tired. Well I guess so! All that effort to get to bed and to sleep is tiring!
Cretia
I'm there with you! I thought Steve was the only one who did all this. Must be a man thing. How funny!
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