August 2, 2017
I can't think of worse marriage scenarios than not sharing a bed. When I have heard about friend who don't share beds with their husbands or who even have a different night routine – like watching tv in separate rooms, I cringe. Until now.
Your dad and I have always loved a good queen size bed. We like to close and it always suited our needs. Until now.
Now we have a baby back in the bed with us, we have a toddler who likes to play with our "covies" and come into our bed, and it's 400000 fucking degrees in our bedroom on any given night. Oh ya, and we have a dog who only sleeps soundly in our room. Our once spacious queen bed now feels like a cot. A cot from hell.
This cot makes me an angry person and after a week of nights that resulted in fights and too many conversations, it was time to take some action. Your dad very reluctantly moved his ass to the basement to sleep allowing me and baby some freedom in our room.
The result – everyone is happier and I take back all my judgement about not sharing a bed.
I know this is just a phase and that your dad isn't spending his life sleeping in the basement but you do what you need to do to survive and survival right now teeters on us not fighting every night. And sleeping.
He worries that this will impact our relationship but here's the thing, right now our relationship isn't the forefront of what we need to work on. We need to get to know a new human living with us, we need to keep on moving forward and we need to have some personal sanity.
And when the dust settles, I can't wait to refocus on the us that I know is super resilient and good.
In our new king sized bed.