Friday, October 14, 2011
It's the kind that likes to linger.
It is nearly undetectable during the day now, but it sneaks up on me at night.
Last night I coughed my brains out.
I didn't get much sleep-- neither did the mister.
I was in the bathroom guzzling cough syrup at 3 a.m.
It didn't help.
So I decided to be a good wife and go sleep in the guest room so one of us could get a little shut eye.
I probably shouldn't have done that because now I know what I'm missing. It turns out our guest bed is super awesomely impossibly comfortable. It's also on it's own level which makes it pretty much sound proof.
I. AM. IN. LOVE.
If you've been following me for a while you know how I feel about a king sized bed. (you can reminisce HERE) I think it's vital for a healthy marriage to have a king sized bed. Everyone needs a little space-- OK. Just sayin'.
So this morning the mister finds me in the guest room. I explained my new love for the bed and ask, "Do you think it would be too much to shove two of these together in our bedroom?" (It's a queen.) From the look on his face, I don't think I'll be getting my request any time soon.
Just think about it.