Insomnimomma

I am a bed snob. There I have said it. I like sleeping in my insanely comfy bed that is wrapped in 10 million thread count sheets. Unless I am camping cause that is a totally different mummy bag. Slipping between the cool sheets each night and snuggling down onto my 'forms to my own arse' memory foam mattress. Ah yeah, that is goodness. Acres upon acres of king sized goodness.

I love my darn bed so why shouldn't I hop into it and quickly slip off into lala land? Not the case my friend. That is so not the case. I have never been that kind of girl. I need to read a few chapters, preferably alone. Nothing embarrasses me more than when I am reading a chapter or two of a great book and I get totally lost and snort from laughing. Then I hear movement next to me and it totally blows my literary moment cause chicks that snort when they laugh... not that cute.

I was having a bit of a problem going to sleep until I was absolutely exhausted then I forced myself into better sleeping health (I really hate that phrase) with a schedule. Looks like I am heading that way again. Yep, no more late nights watching Netflix or catching up on a little bloggy reading or trying to find ways to mutilate the orange gourds on my front porch into something tasty. *sigh*

Maybe I should just convince Chuck that it is perfectly normal to sleep in the camper while it is parked in the driveway. Always an excellent sleep there.