It’s normal in marriage to feel righteously pissed off when your partner snores like a struggling motorbike, right? Especially if you are a very light sleeper and have to work a ten hour day in the morning, where you need to be alert? And he didn’t used to be this loud, or I didn’t used to be this sensitive to dying cow noises, but somehow we have grown together and we try to adapt*.
*Adapt in this case means that I firstly nudge him in the ribs to turn over; then comes the kick in the shins, then comes the “wake up and stop snoring, you bastard!’. (White noise and earplugs have already been used, to no avail).
But after the third night of less than two hours of uninterrupted sleep, I feel totally justified in asking him – from my position on the couch as he got up for a drink of water – whether he would stop snoring so I could come back to bed. And I am sure, from his perspective as the snorer who doesn’t wake himself and who likes his wife in bed next to him, he thinks I am being unreasonable with this request. I just know that lack of sleep, over a few days, does send me into a maniac state and the less sleep I have, the more hyper I get and the less likely I am to be able to sleep. I once was awake for four days and it sent me into a psychotic state.
Right now I am tired, so tired, and I am not thinking coherently. He wouldn’t acknowledge his snoring as a problem that affected me so I feel perfectly justified in giving the bedroom door the finger as I walk past it. I am childish, I freely admit, but it makes me feel better.