I absolutely love being married. I don’t have anything to complain about, except this: it has become exponentially harder for me to wake up in the morning. Over the course of these few months of marriage, I have gotten into the bad habit of pressing my snooze button for 30 minutes, which is just not acceptable! I believe this is for a combination of reasons:
1. Being married and having two incomes allowed us to buy something I’ve dreamed about for years: a Tempur Pedic mattress. In my opinion, it is amazing. Perfectly forms around my body, with just the right amount of give.
2. Although for awhile my dog Cleo was too excited about the prospect of an entire house for her to explore and a new sister to share it with that she had taken to sleeping elsewhere, I have since forced her back into my bed at night and hopefully brainwashed her into liking it. I now wake up almost every morning with her stretched out beside me as close as possible.
3. Finally, how can I be expected to hop out of bed at 4 a.m. when there is a warm, soft, deeply breathing body next to me? I’m not talking about Cleo, but a human who gets to sleep for at least 3 hours more and looks incredibly adorable doing it? All I want to do is cuddle up next to it.