What to do? What to say?

I don't know how many of you are fortunate enough to have the luxury of devoting 8 hours to sleep every night, but I will say that my husband and I are not those people. I have a hard time going to bed before 10 pm because I am a night owl and therefore if I were to go to bed at 10 pm exactly, I would probably be able to get approximately 7 hours of sleep. This never happens. The only times that I would get to bed by 10 or before, would be when I am sick, as I am now.

On the flip side, my husband is lucky if he ever gets six hours of sleep a night. While I understand his desire to stay up and spend time with Lukin and me, it's important to his overall health to get at least 6 hours of sleep at least a couple nights a week. While I must confess, since it's my blog and I can say what I want, if he were to go to bed so he could get eight hours of sleep a night, I would be very lonesome on a daily basis. So from a selfish point of view, I am glad that he doesn't go to bed at 5 pm so he can get 8 hours in before work. But from the guilty wife point of view, I feel bad that he doesn't get enough sleep (in my opinion).

Which leads me to my title for today's entry. Yesterday, we took Lukin over to the in-laws so we could run a couple errands. These errands didn't seem that important to me because of the weather, but Sonny insisted that I would whine today saying that I didn't get to leave the house this weekend, if we didn't go, so we did. After we finished our errands, we returned to the in-laws where Carin had made dinner for us and we ate and then decided to play a game of Marbles. During the game of Marbles, I sat with a box of Kleenex beside me and a Target bag to throw the used ones into and a container of hand sanitizer so I could 'wash' my hands each time I used a Kleenex.

It was during this when my in-laws asked if we wanted them to keep Lukin overnight (because they love to have him) so that I could get some rest and try to feel better. Reluctantly, I agreed. I feel bad when we are always letting them keep him over night. (Okay, it's not always but at least once every two weeks.)

So we came home and Sonny went to bed pretty much right away. I stayed up and watched a movie and did some crossword puzzles. As soon as the movie was over, I was barely awake and I laid my head down on the couch and fell asleep. Around 1:15 am or so, I woke up and decided to head down to bed. I did, and about 15 or so minutes later, Sonny got up for work.

Well, time passes, and morning comes but because there is no baby-talk coming from the next room, I am able to keep sleeping. By the time I feel like I could get up for a while, it is noon. I have slept (on and off) for about 12 hours. That's a great amount when you are not well. However, I will feel bad if my husband asks me because he never gets that much sleep and he would be lucky to get that much sleep in three nights. (Now the skeptic might ask, 'Well, won't he read this and know?' And the answer is no because he doesn't really read this because he says that he lives it.

Maybe I shouldn't feel bad for getting so much sleep. Maybe it was necessary. Yes, I still feel icky, but not to the same extent as last night. I just feel bad that I got that much sleep.