Sunday, 29 September 2013

My Hub-Man, The Nightbird!!

The Hub-man is a night-bird. I mean, he can be up by 5 in the morning, drive over a hundred miles to get to the countryside, tramp all over the grass to take photos, drive back, survive on chips and biscuits and tea the whole day, and stay up half the night after!
Whoever heard of a man who does not need sleep?!
Me, on the other hand? I crashed on the way to the country, crashed on the way back, and collapsed on the bed the moment we entered the house! I need sleep like most people need air. I crave it in the late afternoons when long excel files keep me up. I lust for it in the early mornings when the Hub-man’s alarm announces its time to be up. And most of all, I fight to keep my eyes open by the clock ticks its way to the digit ten!
It’s hard being married to a man who hardly sleeps. It seems to me sometimes, that even when he IS sleepy, he avoids it. As if going to bed early would ruin his reputation of not needing sleep. The way I like to put up an appearance that I love to ride in the rain, even when I don’t want to, and would fight to go for a ride out.
Besides the fact that I hate going to bed alone, it just disturbs me that he’s awake out there. It’s not that I want him in bed to ravish him or anything, but it would be nice to have the Hub-man in bed, next to me, at night, when the creatures of the dark come to raid the house! Besides, the ravishing happens before bed-time. Waaaaay before bed-time!
And it’s not really possible for me to seduce him to bed either, not that I’m a great seductress. I hate getting into those tight nighties, for one, and I really don’t feel like ravishing every single night! Because, really, if I had to seduce him to bed, I’d have to do it EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, because that is how often he stays up late!
So we’d gone out yesterday evening, and by the time we got back, it was past ten. By the time I decided to go to bed, it was already nearly midnight. And the Hub-man, when I wished him goodnight, promised to come in soon. At around one-thirty, I wake up to see the lights still on. I called out to him, and I got no answer. And when I walked out to look, he was sleeping on the sofa, with his laptop running!!
I was furious! I woke him up, and he was startled and declared he wasn’t sleeping. When I went in, I turned to see him rewinding the series he’d been watching to catch up on the part he’s missed. I shouted at him then, to watch it the next day!
Later when he came to bed, he placed an arm over me. I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t respond either. When I turned on my side, he reached out slowly, hesitatingly, to hold my hand. When I let him hold it, he quickly pulled it toward himself and fell asleep with his hand over mine.


Yes, that last part had me laughing a bit, to see him scared of my reaction. But I’d rather it never came to that… I’m going to announce a bed-time curfew for him tonight. But since he’s on the Stretch, I’m not really sure how it’s going to go… Sigh, the travails of a married woman, I tell you!

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