I ask J to tuck me in and bring me a glass of water every night?
Don't freak out - I have a good reason. Let me explain.
J is 7' tall. That's right, folks. I said seven feet tall. In case I haven't told you before, that's freaky tall. You'd think that because he is freaky tall we would have a freaky large bed. We don't. We have a plain old regular queen sized bed. That means that my husband has to fold his crazy long legs up and sleep in a modified fetal position. That also means we can't tuck the sheets in at the bottom of the bed. It's not comfortable for him. If he does stretch out for a bit, his feet get all tangled up and twisted in the sheets. That drives him crazy. I understand this. However, when it comes to sheets on the bed, I have issues.
Sheets MUST be straight and smooth at all times. If they get bunched up or twisted, it seriously puts me over the edge. I can't sleep and I'm cranky. We're talking downright irrationally and unfairly cranky. And it doesn't last for a minute. It lasts for a long time. If you don't believe me, just ask J. He's not afraid to tell the truth...even when it doesn't paint me in a nice light.
Don't ask me to explain this weird princess and the pea behavior. I can't. It's just the way I am. I blame my parents.
But I digress. Because I have sheet issues, and because my husband has height issues, we have had to come to some sort of compromise. The compromise is this: I go to bed earlier than J. When I am ready for bed, I call him and he comes in with a glass of water for me, and then he does what we refer to as "the blankie thing" and basically makes the bed with me in it. He just skips the step where most people would tuck in the sheets at the bottom.
I'm pretty satisfied with our arrangement, but I can't speak for J. Actually, I don't want to know if he's okay with it or not...I don't want him to stop doing it! So don't go putting any crazy ideas in his head, okay? Truth be told, I think it's fair he fixes the blankets. This way we both get to sleep comfortably. But honestly? I'm sort of pushing it by asking for the water, too, though I'll never admit to saying that...
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Oh wow Kristina I think our friendship needs to end now I mean come on woman! LOL! I'm kidding! I love it! He is ultra sweet now if you asked him to read you a story I'd be worried!
When I was hugely preggo I begged Jon to do the blanket thing where he would fluff the blankets. Awww memories.
You are never too old to be tucked in ;) Especially by a man!
I. CAN'T. STAND. WRINKLY. SHEETS! I honestly don't know if I could handle the end of the bed being untucked. Dan never once in his entire life, had sheets that tucked in anywhere, and the messier they were on top of the bed, the better. The first few weeks of our marriage consisted of a lot of screaming at each other because it infuriated the hell out of me that he'd get in my perfectly made bed and untuck his end of the bed and start flipping things all around. Honestly, before I got married, I could get up the next morning, flip the covers back up, and you'd never know I was ever in bed. No, thanks to Dan, it looks like a war zone every morning and it takes some serious doing to put the bed back in order. He's gotten more used to leaving the damn sheets tucked in (mostly) and sleeping like a normal person (with straight-ish covers) because I wasn't willing to compromise on that issue. AT ALL.
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