Sleepless Nights
There is something primal that happens when I am about to drift off into blissful slumber, only to have that tell tale rumble launch an assault on my auditory nerve. My usual calm demeanor is replaced by a raging lunatic with a desperate need to protect her REM cycle.
Recently, I waged and epic battle against snoring. My family decided to take a trip to our cabin over the Easter weekend. It was a jovial bunch of kids, grandparents and my husband and myself. Now, in our brood, a few suffer from seasonal allergies and a few were fighting colds. I should have known this had the makings of a perfectly unfit nights sleep.I thought I was being smart in going to bed before everyone else. That’s the trick. If you can get to sleep prior to the sawing of logs, you may actually have a fighting chance. In this case, sadly, nothing could help me. Somewhere around 3 am, it began. When it did begin, it was loud enough to shake me from my slumber with reckless abandon. It was like everyone’s nasal passages were all working together to orchestrate what could only be described as a cacophonous symphony.
While we were in individual bedrooms, the walls do not go all the way to the ceiling, nor are they even remotely soundproof. Essentially, there is no escaping the snoring. I tried burying my ears under a pillow which had all the effect of my attempting to extinguish a bonfire by spitting on it. Next up, I tried putting my fingers in my ears. Despite being ridiculously uncomfortable, it actually amplifies other sounds which defeated the whole purpose. Around this point is when I usually get the arms working and elbow my husband in an attempt to silence the rumbles. However, in this particular instance, my husband was the only one in the cabin, besides myself, who wasn’t snoring.
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