That Night I Slept in My Office

I am very particular about how I sleep.

I arrived home this evening, after picking up the toddler from day care, to find my husband curled up on our bed, mostly asleep. He informed me that he wasn’t feeling well.

Not a big deal — I ordered Panera for dinner for the kids, which they ate happily. I went back upstairs to let my husband know that there was a sandwich in the fridge for him for later only to find him sprawled over the bed, in an even deeper sleep.

“Do you want me to sleep downstairs in my office?” I asked tentatively. He didn’t respond. I asked again, more loudly this time. “Oh. Yeah,” he replied, “Sorry — I thought I had responded, but it must have been only in my head. I don’t want to move, so if you could sleep in your office that would be great.”

Shoot. That wasn’t the response I was looking for. However, in the interest of letting him get a good night’s sleep, I was willing to give it a try.

But I VERY particular about how I sleep.

My office was added this past summer with a home addition and it has a daybed. I thought that this would be a great place to take naps — as I am a great lover of naps — but I found that it could not be done. I needed ALL OF THE THINGS of my bed, even for a nap. It has become a real problem when…