I know I'm not really supposed to say that I like to sleep alone. How unromantic of me, right? And yeah, I get that admitting that I prefer to sleep by myself than with someone else in my bed doesn't sound that great.
But it's the truth.
I like being able to spread out and sleep right in the middle if I so please. I like being able to sleep on my back or my stomach with my hands out and not have to worry about bumping someone.
I like a night with no dutch ovens or the toenail scrapes or the elbows to the head. Unintentional ones, of course.
Sure, the sleeping together is lovely for awhile, when you don't have kids and things are new and exciting and you fall asleep spooning or snuggling or spuggling even though I swear no one can actually sleep in that position.
You do romantic things like leave the room to pass gas. Or respond to his midnight booty calls without pretending to be in a deep comatose sleep or bargaining to be the one who doesn't have to get up with the kids in the morning.
But then you have a baby, and at least in my house, that means there's been a baby co-not-sleeping (a phrase from Mom 101 that I chuckle about every time I say) with me for more months than I care to remember.
And then there's a husband who's co-not-sleeping with me due to some undiagnosed sleep issues.
So when your spouse is gone for more than half the month, you start to really enjoy being alone in your big comfy bed with tons of pillows wherever you want them and the television on until 3 a.m. still blaring The Real Housewives of New York, remote still stuck in your hands and glasses still sort of on your face.
And when he returns, it's just not the same, but you feel bad for feeling that way.
Not because you don't love him or don't want to be near him or don't miss him terribly when he's gone.
But becomes sometimes it just feels really human to sleep alone. And I'm beginning to think that it's actually a perk of this sometimes single mom gig.
So spill it moms. Do you like sleeping alone?