Two weeks ago we moved to Freiburg, Germany. Things have been generally lovely but in the sleep department.The jet lag has been awful. Especially for me. Spent many nights tossing and turning in bed, falling asleep in the wee hours of the night.
The other night I threw a tantrum as Kyle and I were getting ready for bed. I kept telling him to get in bed and stop-moving-for-fucks-sake because I would wake up and not be able to sleep again. I was SO terrified I would have to spend another sleepless night, I worked myself up into a frenzy.
Instead of getting mad at me for acting like a fucking baby, my angel of a husband helped me fluff up my pillow, tucked me in and read to me an entire chapter from The Odyssey. The chapter with the Cyclops, to be precise!
By the time Odysseus made it back to his ship, I was snoring.
Now I beg Kyle to read to me all the time. AND I am not above pretending I can't sleep, if it's going to land me a chapter.