Oregon Dreaming

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but we've become a two Pap machine family - Roger finally went in and got checked for apnea.  We would check out Moose, but frankly, there's not a mask out there that could handle his overbite.  For the most part, it's been working out well, but I have to admit... I miss Roger's snore.

See, that's one of the ways that I knew we belonged together- the first night we slept together, I realized that we had the exact same breath pattern. His inhalation, my exhalation - they were perfectly in sync (his was just at a significantly louder level.)  It got to the point where his snores were kind of a lullaby to me - they were an audible reassurance he was alive and safe, lying next to me. But I['d rather have him alive, safe and not sleepy, so... sleeping with the machine, without the snore it is.

This morning, though - I woke up about 20 minutes before the alarm was due (well, my bladder woke up and dragged the rest of me along with it to the bathroom).  When I slipped back into bed, I managed to convince Roger to take a few minutes to snuggle up before the alarm went off, sans mask.  Snuggled up, under the warm covers, Moose between us, and hearing his snore in my ear - the closest I'm going to get to heaven in a while.

But then, of course, the alarm went off... and then Moose went off, standing on my kidneys and begging for attention, and the moment ended.  But it was at least one perfect moment with my guys - I'll take what I can get.

Odd Dream

Did you remember to wipe your feet and take out the trash like we asked you to

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Just a short post, but for some reason, I had the oddest dream.  I was redecorating the spare bedroom (right now, it's mostly decorated in old office memorabilia and craft stuff - kind of like a Government "I Love Me" wall with yarn, beads and extra fabric.)  Anyway...

I'm in the process of redecorating and choosing a more comfortable bed, when a bunch of Men's Rights Activists show up and start an argument about how I'm not taking the male aesthetic into account and this needs to be a multi-gender oasis and...

And then my aunts (Sandy and Sherri) showed up, along with my mother, and kicked them all out on their significantly embarrassed hienies. My aunts firmly follow the "You may wear the pants in the family, but inside the house, I will tell you which pair to wear" rule of my branch of Mormonism - and of course, you all know my Mom.  The poor MRA guys didn't stand a chance.