I’m a difficult person to share a bed with. I have nightmares, talk and walk in my sleep. Apparently. I roll myself up in the blankets. So now we have a blanket for me and one for my boyfriend. I think I still might steal his blanket sometimes.
I think I’ve fallen asleep everywhere: Family Dollar parking lot, noisy bars, noisy beaches, movie theaters. There should be more pictures of me sleeping. My mom took one of me after I had my youngest kid. I was sleeping with a bucket in my arms. It’s not my most attractive moment, but I see the humor in it.
Other times, I fall asleep while blogging. I wonder if I’ve slept-blogged yet.