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blanket pile

Why are blanket piles so enticing to me? This was a thought I had while trying to go back to sleep this early morning on the futon.

I went to bed at a normal time. I fell asleep happy and was all set to sleep the entire night. For the first time in days, I actually wasn’t very hungry, so I didn’t eat much or drink much before bed. But I still woke up around 12:45. Tried to sleep more, but got up around 1 to pee and then tried to go back to bed. I laid there worrying about work. That’s no constructive, and my eyes wouldn’t shut, so I got up and surfed. About 1:45, I moved down to the futon, where I tossed and turned more, but finally fell asleep after a while.

While I was trying to sleep, I had like 17 amazing topics that I was thinking of that I wanted to post here or things I needed to do. I wish I could remember them all. I do remember analysizing the blanket pile and while its so comforting to me. I don’t like having to go downstairs and sleep seperately from E, but I have such a hard time going back to sleep and toss and turn, and so it seems much less intrusive to his sleep for me to just move. He doesn’t notice most of the time, so I’ve rationalized it out. I do so love the blanket pile down on the futon, though. E doesn’t like tons of blankets. But I’ve grown up with a love of the weight of many blankets on top of me. My dad’s the same way.

When I was probably 5 or 6, I used to make my bed (which I shared with my brother) into a boat. This entailed taking blankets and rolling them into long rolls and shaping them into a boat shape around my body. Then I’d put the remaining blankets on top and pretend I was sailing to sleep :giggle:

My brother took a long time learning to sleep w/o having an accident in the bed, and so for another period of my childhood, probabaly between 4 and 5, I would get up in the middle of the night, bring my blankets out to the couch (which was closer to my parents room), and make up a bed on the couch to sleep on. I’d snuggle all into the pile of blankets and play with my Little Professor and then fall fast asleep.

So here’s my analysis - I like having blankets all around me. I like the feel of them around me, its cuddly and warm and snuggly. I like being comfy while sleeping, and for whatever reason, I have a tendancy to fall into a habit where I move every night, no matter what. Blanket piles=happiness. smile So that’s one of the 17 things I was analyzing from my blanket pile ;) We now return you to the regularly schedule sane thoughts from normal people LOL!

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