Last night I couldn’t sleep. It became one of those nights that I became so frustrated that I couldn’t sleep that there was no way I was going to. So instead I lay there and tried to work out what was different to every other night when I have been able to sleep.
And then it dawned on me….
Pog Towers is very small (did I mention that before at all…?) And as a result, I can hear when one side has a heated discussion or the other side sneezes (although to be fair, his sneezes could move mountains – I’m not sure any thickness of walls could protect anyone from those explosions…). The other thing I hear though is the dvd or CD player of the little boy next door – the wall my bed head is against must be the other side of the wall it’s on. And I think I must need its calming tones as much as he does. We seem to share a bed time…and although I find that a little strange with our 32 year age gap, it seems I should hope we’ll continue to do so.
Otherwise I’m going to have to invest in a heap of children’s sleepy time recordings in order to get some of my own sleepy time…!