The Duet

I try to get my eight hours of sleep a night. I really do. It's just a little hard to do what with my own personal duet going on and all. Sadly, this isn't a duet of soothing music, designed to lull one to sleep. No, this is instead a duet of snores, designed to wake the comatose.

On the one side of me is my husband, with his repertoire of sounds from gentle snores all the way to blasting snorts. He also does this weird thing with his mouth. He "puhs". Breathe in, then a "puh" out. Try it and you'll see how it could be annoying to someone trying to get their z's in.

On my other side is our aging dog Willy. Willy is a wire haired doxie. He snorts and bleeps with the best of them, although our beagle is really the champion snorer. Clara doesn't sleep in our room though so I don't have to contend with her. Just Willy, who likes to sleep under my bedside table right next to me. So anyway, Willy really gets going when he's sleeping.

So there I am, penned in by two snoring creatures, man and beast. I tried putting my pillow over my head but I'm claustrophobic and I found it hard to breathe that way. I can't get under the covers because it is too hot. I gently nudge my husband, which stops the snoring for about 47 seconds. Nothing works, which explains why I am writing this blog at 3am, now doesn't it?