A Roar of a Snore
Photo credit: Maja Lampe
My husband snores, y'all. Big time. And when my eyes snapped open at 3:30-ish this morning in response to the sound, I was irritated. I tried to go back to sleep, but -
This particular snore was a little on the weird-sounding side, but seriously, the dude snores so often that I've heard nearly every variety. The heavy-breathing-with-a-clicking. The light-wheezing whistle. The sounds-oddly-like-someone-eating-a-crunchy-apple. The oh-dear-Lord-is-that-a-freight-train rumble.
To remedy the situation, I always tell him to turn over on his side. Sometimes this simply involves a whispered, "Honey, turn over, you're snoring." Other times, depending on how heavily he's sleeping, it involves a well-placed finger jab to the ribs or a hearty shove (and, usually, a few expletives thrown in for good measure).
Anyway, last night something else struck me as odd - the fact that he was already on his side. But he was facing me, and maybe facing me meant I could just hear him more clearly, and maybe by facing away at least the snore would be muffled.
"You're snoring," I hissed. "Turn over."
So he did, right away, flipping to his other side. Ahhhh, I thought, settling into my pillow. Much bet-
"Curtis!!" I snapped, exasperated. "You. Are. SNORING!"
"Huh?" my husband mumbled sleepily. "I'm not sn-"
What the eff?
If Curtis wasn't snoring, and I wasn't snoring, then who the .........??
I felt around blindly in the darkness between us, and got my answer.
It was Destiny!
Apparently pugs snore, too.
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