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Good In Bed?

If you survey our bedroom, it looks pretty standard – dresser, chest of drawers, closet. . .

Plus about three half-eaten cookies on the bedside table, a dozen discarded Cheerios, and 25 random Lego’s litter the floor.

It looks normal at first glance.  But don’t be fooled.

I have a kinky secret.  

Yep.  It’s true. . .

I awake to full-on kink every morning. . .


Things are NOT good in our bed!

See, it’s a full-sized bed.   A full-sized bed!  Chris and I aren’t huge people so a full seemed reasonable when we put it in the room about 12 years ago.

Except I was 12 years younger then.  And the mattress was new and firm.  But now like me, the mattress is not firm.  Like me, It’s OLD.  And smooshy.  

Additionally, I typically go to bed later than my Husband. So by the time I get to the bedroom, I find myself attempting to broker a small slice of bedroom real estate for myself with a completely sprawled out husband – whom should be gotten awake ONLY if the house is on fire or there are sexual favors involved – and two cats.

Allister and Edison

On a good night, I find myself placing a portion of my pillow on the bedside table for my head and cantilevering one bent leg partially off the edge of the bed itself.

Every morning I awake to a new pain.  My back.  My neck.  My arm is tingling or numb.  My hip feels misaligned and aches. . .


We need a new bed.  A BIGGER BED!  For months I’ve been in denial.  But unless WebMD is accurate and I actually have some sort of horrific degenerative nerve condition (plus cancer, plus I’m having a heart attack, and am in need of a hip replacement and an appendectomy), this bed MUST go!

My Husband of course, isn’t as disenchanted with the sleeping arrangements, likely because he’s not sleeping with his head on the nightstand.

Last night, I thought I’d be all stealth and attempt to get myself to the bed first to stake out some prime real estate.  But the kid bed-blocked me!

I had grand plans to put Mac to bed and go immediately to our bed.  However,  Chris suggested he sneak away to the bed first since Mac seems more willing to go in his crib if it’s just me and him.  For some reason Mac’s less enthused about going to sleep if Fun-Time Daddy is still around?  How convenient for Daddy. . .

I put Mac in his crib.  Snuck downstairs to turn on the dishwasher and brush my teeth.  And when I returned, I found Chris splayed out in bed reading a book, fat cat at his side, on my pillow!!!  (This could also explain the pimple on my cheek now that I think about it).

I attempted to move Fat Fluffs but he hunkered down and gave me a testy glance.  “Come on Fluffs!” I whisper at him relocating first his front paws and then his back – scootching him closer to Chris, who immediately starts to protest about his “space.”

I wedge myself onto the small slice of bed I’ve been allotted.  I’m on my left side, propped up on my left elbow, attempting to read a magazine, which I’ve also placed on the night stand along with three-quarters of my cat hair covered, (and grossly pre-warmed) pillow.

“Do you have enough room?” Chris asks as I feel him attempt to move his left leg ever further into my territory.  I clamp my right leg tightly against the mattress so he can’t wiggle his leg under it.

“Do you?” I ask.

“Not really.  Fluffy is taking up a lot of space.”

“Hmmmm. . .” I mumble attempting to read some article about how actors always manage to look great (which let’s face it, is a complete waste of my time).

Chris attempts to shift Fluffs, who has had enough, exits the bed and demands to be let out of the two baby gates we use to secure the second floor at night (one for kid, one for Satan’s Lap Hound).

I hold firm.  There’s no way I’m giving up any more territory by leaving Chris alone in the bed to get more comfortable.

Allister’s meowing becomes more persistent.  Chris finally caves.  He springs from the bed and practically hurls the cat over the two gates and races back to the bed as quickly as he can.

He’s allowed me just enough time to get half my pillow back on the bed and to slide all but my kneecaps back on the edge bed.

It’s not much but it’s better than nothing.

Chris deftly slides himself under the covers tossing one arm and one leg in a sweeping gesture once again into my territory.  He attempts to settle in.  There’s squirming, and tossing and finally some thrashing about. . .

“I don’t have enough room!” He whines.  “Can you move over some?”

“No.” I answer curtly.  “I can’t.”

“Come on Baby, please just a little?  I’m all squished up over here.”

I do my best to pretend like I’m engrossed in my reading.  But I can feel his foot start to twitch, attempting to wedge itself under my leg, invading my territory.  I try to hold my ground.

But then Chris pulls a brilliant tactical maneuver:  “You want to make more room in the bed?  We could get even closer.  YOU KNOW?”

Oh I know.  I know the answer is OH HELL NO!

I nearly vault myself off the edge of the bed giving him the space he was demanding.

And as I drift off to sleep, head on the nightstand, cat hair plastered to my lips, I lament the time when I was good in bed.


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  1. twoscamps says:

    My husband hears me chuckling and asks what I’m doing. Your blog is brilliant and funny. Thanks for stopping by mine! -Maureen

    • Deni Lyn says:

      Thank you! I’m going to try subscribing so I get your posts in my email. . .That seems to help me keep on top of things better. I’m so glad you enjoy my crazy! 🙂

  2. richardmax22 says:

    That was great story, and soooo true. We have a cat that sleeps at the foot of our bed, and for reasons I don’t know, always, and I mean always chooses to lay on my wife’s legs and/or feet. Never me Through out the night she is continually jockeying for position, shoving and kicking the cat out of the way. As soon as she doses off, here comes the cat again. We’ve even tried locking her out. Makes no difference. She just meows and does the drummer’s part to “Wipe Out” with her paws on the door until we let her in. Great photo’s by the way.

    • Deni Lyn says:

      Thank you. This one started out rough and I almost trashed it completely but I had some time during the day to think about it and do a little tweaking (not much mind you but some) and I was okay with the result – especially from where it started. I don’t consider myself a “writer” by any means, but I still don’t want to just write something just to have a blog post. . .know what I mean? I see so many bloggers putting out list after list. . .And that’s okay. But I find it more challenging to try to make a funny out of a mundane existence. Ha!

      Meanwhile, I’m told my Mother and sisters have the similar cat problems – the cats always take up space on their bed turf. If you figure out how to thwart this, you’d make a fortune on crazy cat women that need a good night’s rest!

      Thank you so much for your comments and for sharing your stories! I hope you have a great weekend!

  3. Meghan says:

    hahaha… as always such a funny story! We have a queen, and no animals, so I can’t complain about the lack of sleeping space I have, but hubs does flail about at night and smack me in the fact at least 1-2 times per night. So I wouldn’t mind a bigger bed either… or we could get two twins… haha. You should propose that. Either a bigger bed or two beds! 🙂

    • Deni Lyn says:

      My maternal grandparents slept in twin beds! My paternal grandparents slept in different rooms half a house away from one another! When I was a younger, I thought that was the strangest thing but it’s all starting to make perfect sense now. . .LOL! I want to leave a comment on your blog too, but I want you to know I’m so happy that A saw the doc again and is getting the appropriate meds now and is hopefully feeling much better come the weekend! XO

      • Meghan says:

        Thanks Deni. He’s off to daycare today… and I hope it goes well because he was up coughing for 1 hour from 230-330 this morning. Poor little guy. I hope the meds kick in…

        • Deni Lyn says:

          I’ll keep you in our thoughts and prayers this evening. Hopefully everything is just fine and A is feeling better and you are resting too. Thinking about you! Be well!