This is a view of my husband’s nightstand:
When we first snuggle into bed, we both read.
What did you think I was going to say, gutterheads?
I read good old-fashioned paperback books. T reads from his Kindle, usually. We each have a small light on our nightstand.
It generally takes about five minutes before I’m dropping off to sleep. I shut my light and pull the covers over my head. This is in part to block out T’s light and in part to keep the vampires from biting my neck.
Residual childhood issues. The ear must be covered.
T used to read on for a few more minutes, then shut his light. Lately, and despite multiple polite requests from me, he has taken to reading for a half-hour to an hour longer, or more. Invariably, after about twenty minutes, the still-blazing light wakes me up.
I am not pleasant when I get woken up.
Actually, I’m almost never pleaseant. But especially not when I get woken up.
The other night I was so angry that I couldn’t fall back to sleep for what seemed like ages and when I finally did, I tossed and turned and slept as if I had not just a pea, but an entire vegetable crop under my mattress. A rotting, bumpy, lumpy, smelly, slimy vegetable crop.
Because I’m such a rational person, I decided that I would approach this conflict in a mature manner.
No, I did not take his Kindle outside and run it over with my car. That would in no way be satisfying.
If I were going to do something like that, I would first smash the shit out of it with a ball peen hammer, then tie it to my rear bumper with fishing line so that it could bounce and drag along behind me on my way to work. And I would make darn sure I was driving in front of my husband.
But, no. Instead I left him a little note inside of his Kindle.
If you want to read this book,
At the clock you must look.
A full five minutes is the max
Before you have to put me back.
Any longer, you must leave
And take the light where you will read.
Your wife is tired, so please be nice,
And in five minutes SHUT THE LIGHTS!!!
I briefly contemplated making the last two lines:
If more than five you read in bed,
You effing wife will kill you dead.
But, I didn’t.
I’m nice that way.
Does your spouse read in bed? Do you read, too? Or does it drive you crazy?
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