Sleeping with your spouse is way overrated.

[JASANITY]

Originally posted by: rudder

Originally posted by: funkymatt

Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.

First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.

All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???

but her feet are ice cold!! :laugh:

I noticed his wife's feet were cold as well.

That makes so much sense to me now. When I slept with 2 girls in a queen, I woke up hella hot and was freaking sweating in the middle of the night.

 

[Kenazo]

Originally posted by: NuclearNed
Don't get me wrong - I love my wife dearly and enjoy her close physical proximity, just so long as I'm not trying to reach a blissful state of unconsciousness. And I'm not trying to pretend that every accusation I'm about to make doesn't apply to me as well. I think my problem is that at age 35, I've finally gotten over the instant thrill of being in a large bed with my scantily-clad wife at those times when I know the only goal is not sex but instead to pass out into oblivion.

First there is the snoring. Its a girly, soft snore that doesn't happen all that often, but it is still there occassionally. Then there is the waking up with a pointy elbow firmly lodged in either my throat or one of my eye sockets. Don't get me started on the never-ending struggle that is blanket-hogging. Also, somehow my "half" of the bed ends up being the 1/7th portion that is on the very edge of the mattress. When she's restless, she flops around like a fish out of water. Each and every one of the many times she gets up to go to the restroom each night, I bolt straight up, convinced in my groggy half-awakedness that Charles Manson has come to visit. And her body temperature is something like 178 degrees, so If I'm within five feet of her I'm baking in my own juices.

All I want is cool, peaceful, quiet snooze time. Is that so wrong???

Just saw this thread. Man I haven't laughed out loud at a thread in a long time!

 

[Smartazz]

I read the title quickly and thought you wrote, "sleeping is way overrated" thinking you were an insomniac, lol.