It really is a mystery how Hubber and I have been able to sleep in the same bed for the past 13 years given the fact that we are not compatible sleepmates. He likes his bed made like a military drill sergeant - and he likes to sleep in it that way, too; with all the corners and edges tucked in under the damn mattress, he'll stuff himself into bed like a sardine. I, on the other hand, like FLUFF and disorder. I like pillows everywhere, and blankets and sheets untucked so that that my feet can breathe and whatnot.
Me: NORMAL people only tuck in the fitted sheet, Hubber...because that's what it's meant for... fitting to the mattress. The flat sheet isn't supposed to be tucked under the mattress! It's supposed to lay FLAT on top!
Hubber: How do YOU know what NORMAL people do?
Me: I'm being serious right now. DO NOT tuck my side of the bed in where my feet go. They can't breathe when you do that! They'll suffocate! Why do you insist on torturing me this way!?
Hubber: First of all, feet don't breathe. Second of all, if you're so interested in NOT suffocating, why do you sleep with your damn nose under the blankets? All I see is the top of your head. It's creepy.
Me: I leave airholes up around my nose.
Hubber: That's the dumbest thing you've said all day.
We've had this argument at least 10 times a month over the course of our marriage. It varies in that sometimes I'm the one calling HIM dumb. But really, we've never really found common ground where the placement of bedding is concerned. When he's feeling extra nice, though, he'll just tuck in his side of the bed and leave mine alone. I feel extra love for the man when he does that. But, last night was NOT one of those nights.
There I was, 2 hours into REM sleep, dreaming about unicorns, beaches and hunky football boys when the bedroom light is switched on.
Me: WHAT THE F-....!?
Hubber: <angrily shoving the sheets under the mattress> You untucked my sheets with all your tossing around!
Me: So you turn on the fucking light? While I'm dead asleep?
Me: Have you lost your damn mind?!
Hubber: I can't sleep without my feet tucked in! What if spiders crawl in from under the bed?!
Me: <stupified> I hate you right now.
Hubber: Not more than I hate you, you spider loving wench!
The man clearly has issues.