This is our bed. Why yes those are stuffed bears on it, my husband gave them to me when we were dating, they are both named Steve. Don’t ask me why…teenagers are crazy.

We’re going to pretend for the photos sake that there was actually decent lighting and that I did some sort of editing to this picture. We’re also going to envision a soft creamy yellow on the walls, I have no idea what I was thinking when I picked out the purple, I was just giddy with paint picking out power when The Husband said I could paint the walls.

Everything on this bed is soft and comfy. Probably to make up for the actually bed being an unknown age.

I know, you are asking yourself, “How can she not know how old her bed is?” The answer is that we adopted this bed. It has lived with us for the last ten years and before that it lived at my parents’ house for an unknown amount of years. My best guess would be that this bed is older than Giggles, probably closer in age to me. The ‘frame’ is an old water bed frame that now is basically a platform with plywood nailed to the top.

Fancy, no? But I digress……

Growing up in a house where your parents didn’t like the gas company you learn to bundle up on those cold nights in Northern Ohio. Now as an adult, I have to have a lot of weight on me to help me sleep, unless my husband is there and then I can just cuddle up to him and fall right asleep.

The problem is that we have two entirely different sleep schedules and he doesn’t come to bed with me every night until well after I am asleep. He gets frustrated because he has to literally unwrap me from my blanket cocoon so that he can get in bed. He hates it.

Where I see comfort and ease of sleep, he sees this.

1. my pillows
2. His pillow hiding under another of my pillows that gets tossed onto the floor sometime during the night because I don’t actually sleep on it, it just rests next to me.
3. My blanket is tucked away under there. It has to lay across my shoulders and wrap around me in a way that I can’t really describe.
4. Quilt his grandmother made that he’s afraid we will tear up when he moves around in his sleep.
5. Thin cotton woven blanket. I love this blanket as it is light weight but keep in the heat, he sees it as some sort of scratchy worthless blanket that doesn’t do much but add bulk to the bed.
6. My afghan that I scored at Goodwill for $1. It fits our queen bed and for the nights in which I don’t need it on top of the blankets it keeps my foot nice and warm. Yes I said foot, the other one is never under the covers….tell me I am not the only one who does this.
7. Yep there is another blanket under there. My friend Judy gave it to me for Christmas one year and while it is perfect for snuggling with while watching TV, it is also perfectly fits around my head and is super soft.

In short…he hates my bed. And yes, he calls it my bed because if it were his bed there would only be one blanket and we wouldn’t suffocate under the mass of things I need to sleep.

In an effort to help with the number of blankets on the bed he got me this.

I love it. It has a constant blowing noise so that I can fall asleep easy and it does make getting out of bed so much easier in the mornings. However, it doesn’t help with the blanket situation at all. While it does keep me warm, I have found that I just don’t need to layer up as much when I get into bed, you know, unless I want to wake up in a sweat.

I keep telling my husband that I will happily give up all of the blankets on the bed if he came to bed with me at night. But unless he doesn’t, I need to go to sleep and I have found in my 34 years that if I don’t have each one of those things with me in my bed I have a very hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep. He thinks that separate beds might be in order and has asked me to ask you, the oh so wise & powerful internets, what to do.

Am I right? Is he Wrong? Also, how many blankets do you have on your bed?