My husband snores

He’s been a bad snorer all of our relationship time together. It mostly doesn’t bother me much and, on the rare occasion it coincides with my insomnia, a swift thump to the ribs does wonders to alleviate my irritation, regardless of whether it stops the snoring or not.

I’ve always maintained that if you are tired enough then you will sleep, no matter what noise around you. (This theory was postulated in Copenhagen twenty seven years ago when not only did I sleep through the giant rave party five feet from my tent, but also a Faro Islander male type person (this is a distinction, apparently) climbing into my sleeping bag with me, obviously under the impression that my rhythmic breathing actually meant “Take me now, baby!. I woke up approximately at second base and my instinctive kneejerk reaction was literally that, so all was well, but damn, I must have been tired).

So his snoring isn’t really a problem to me personally but he’s coming away on tour with me. A camping tour where tents are in close proximity to each other. I really don’t mind that much if he snores but my last camping trip cemented home the fact that snoring is a polarizing issue.     The tents are generally in close proximity to each other and habitation is randomly selected each night, so that dreadful night-time snorers/walkers/those of dubious bladder strength aren’t always next to each other.

People bitch a lot about night-time noise. However, the random number assignment means that I can totally shrug off the complaints, using logic! And probability! And statistics! And bell curve charts, if they are misguided enough to whinge! Luck of the draw, baby, and you’d be thrilled with those odds in Vegas!

So disturbed sleep is to be expected and I really don’t care but what I do care about is my passengers associating my husband with me. He has no idea of how disliked he will be and I don’t want to shoulder one iota of the blame. Hence, I’ve bought these little nasal strips meant to go across his nose and open it up for wonderful clear air passages. I’ve located a chinstrap (which gives him a rather scary Hannibal Lecter sort of vibe). I’ve also bought an industrial sized jar full to the brim with foam earplugs and I’ve suggested that he hand these out liberally to fellow passengers, with a pre-emptive apology note attached. Or possibly a five dollar bill.

Damn. Night before the tour. Can’t sleep and really nervous. Wouldn’t be if I was going out with my regular partner but I’m working with my boss. Uggh.

 

 

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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3 Responses to My husband snores

  1. Snowy says:

    I wonder if it’s worth checking if your husband suffers from sleep apnea. I do. I can remember the first time I used a CPAP machine. I woke in the morning feeling the best I had in years.

  2. quirkycharm says:

    He’s had one in thecpast, Snowy, before I met him, but seems reluctant to take his health seriously. I am his wife, not his mother, and ultimately he gets to control his choices, no matter how bad the potential outcome.

  3. Snowy says:

    It surprises me that he no longer uses it. I’ve had three since I started using CPAP over 20 years ago. I doubt I would get to sleep without one these days. As you say, he controls his choices.

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