Is It Worth Going To Bed?

Now if you are looking at this post thining you are going to be reading about sex, then you will be sorely disappointed! An anti-climax so to speak!

Anyway this is about the amount of time it takes to get into bed at night. Sometimes I honestly don't think it is worth it as I am lucky if I am getting 5 hours sleep.

You may all be sitting there thinking, well just let her do whatever she does and you just go to bed yourself. I have tried that and it simply doesn't work.

I could be lying in bed drifting off to sleep, when in the background all I can hear is the clatter of Mrs Hero turning on and off the tap, going up and down the stairs, then turning on and off the tap again etc etc. Then when she finally has done all that, it is the turn of the lights.

Finally after expending all that effort, you would think she would be well tired and simply slip into bed. But oh no. I think our bed turns into a bouncy castle, as she has to test that the springs still work before getting into bed. So even if I did manage to get to sleep, I would be at risk of getting catapulted off the bed!

I think the trick has to be to say two hours before I am feeling tired that I am going to bed. Time to get my crystal ball out.....!

Room With No View

Like I have already said, I moved in with my “wife to be” very quickly after we started going out ten years ago.

I was living in a flat and she was still at home with her mum and dad when we saw this beautiful house that we knew would be ideal. We took the massive step of getting a mortgage, joint bank account and all the other commitments that go along with house purchases and moving in together.

Come to think about it, her moving in after six months seems like an outrageously spontaneous decision for someone with OCD, but maybe that is a discussion for another time!

I was over the moon. Things were going great and I began to move my modest possessions into our new abode.

Soon after, her possessions came and came and came and came and came……!!! I couldn’t believe the amount of stuff she had! I mean old school books from over 15 years ago?!

So we thought the best course of action was to throw all her stuff in the spare room (after filling the loft) and we would set about sorting through it when we had a bit more time on our hands.

Big mistake!!

The junk (and that is all I can describe it as) remained in that room, and it took up the whole room as well as the loft, remained in the same place from the day we moved in to the day we moved to our new house three years later.

And you will never guess what happened when we moved to our new place! Yep, it has remained in the spare room and loft from the day we moved in, until this very day, another seven years later!

So why all of a sudden has it annoyed me today?

Well a spare room could be just another word for guest room and occasionally we do have guests over to stay. But when this happens, the plethora of boxes that normally take up sole residence of the spare room have to be reallocated throughout the house, finding any possible available space to fit it all in.

Normally, if I can close the door to the spare room and not have to think about it, it doesn’t bother me, but as soon as I have to get involved in moving any of it like I did today, or I trip over a stray box that is sticking out, or I try and remove one thing out of a cupboard and the whole cupboard contents fall upon me, then it really starts to p!&% me off!

So for our next house move, I think I will suggest we chuck all the stuff out before we move.

I guess we won’t be moving then!