On Sleeping Alone...

I am married to a man who travels for a living. He is still frequently home, so our lives are always in some sort of transitional period. Luckily, I’m a very independent girl and I’m not often afraid or lonely when he’s gone.
However, sleeping alone is something that I always have to relearn how to do. Growing up, my little sister was frequently scared at night and nine times out of ten I woke up with her in bed with me. In high school my friend, Mary and I, once spent over 275 nights in one year at each other’s houses—sharing a bed. In college, my friends and I would take naps together, Ryan being one of those friends. The point I’m trying to make here is that for the most part of my life I have been used to sharing a bed and I am a total snuggle bug.
So, when Ryan is away I spend my nights tossing and turning, trying to remember how to stretch out. I make “fake Ryan’s” with pillows and sleep with a teddy bear (Norman) and a squishy pillow in my arms. It usually takes two or three nights to get used to sleeping alone.
Then of course, I have to learn how to share the bed again once Ryan comes home.

back...perhaps

hello long lost readership....
i'm thinking about starting up writing on here again. i have my own computer now so posting should be easier. ry and i are doing well, we're planning our first real vacation together. we'll be going to savannah, ga in a couple of weeks! yay! we both really need a vacation.
stay tuned.