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having a monday moan
I am not a fan of having a TV in the bedroom. Apart from the fact that everybody I know says it ruins your sex life, I just feel a bit creepy about the whole thing.
Yes. I said creepy. I know – it’s weird. Let me try to explain.
When I go to bed, I am usually really knackered, I have been rolling about like a big sea lion on the sofa for the best part of the evening and have had to readjust my spine/knickers/snacks several times over for extra and better comfort. Going to bed provides me with a sense of relief – I whip off whatever clothes I’ve been wearing (thus avoiding knickers-up-bum-cutting-off-circulation-in-vagina-syndrome) and I clamber into the crisp, cool haven feeling happy and content that I have taken my tired body to the next level of comfort – from sofa to bed, in one fell swoop.
Going to bed to watch TV seems quite weird to me. First off – our head board is really straight up and down, which induces searing back pain after about 3 minutes of sitting up. Second off – our pillows are kind of fancy feathery, but are not built for back support, they are built for lying down head support so they don’t help either, in fact they squish right down your back, creating a big bulge at the base of your spine, causing extra searing back pain.
It’s just not very comfy.
Next attempt is usually lying down on my back but doing this causes my eyes to be as down-cast as they can possibly be, I mean, we’re talking next step eyes closed so that’s not very comfy. Headaches ensue, as do weird twitchy bits and general aching.
So the final position to try is lying on side. This is really good, very comfortable (for about the first 3 minutes) and works a treat, until you take into account that lying like that means Bandito can’t see the TV so he has to assume position 1 (sit up straight, chronic spine disorder) and the whole thing kicks off again.
By the time sleepy time comes (which is miles down the line because I am too stimulated by the telly to actually nod off straight away) the sheets are ruffled, the bed is stuffy and too hot, we’re stiff and sore and grumpy and a shite night’s sleep ensues.
This is exactly why I have had the WORST DAY IN AGES at work. I had a crap night’s sleep, I woke up in a shit mood, I got to work, had a fight with a colleague, my friend’s irritating the hell out of me and all I want to do is go home, snuggle up on the sofa with my lovely husband and chill out, but I can’t because I offered to babysit tonight so my friend and her husband can go out and have a nice night out for a change. And I think I’m getting a cold on top of everything else.
Curses and damnation.
So, the trial of having the TV in the bedroom is officially over and it’s going back in the spare room where it will gather dust once again and never get used.
We only dragged it through on Saturday night because we were incredibly hung over and couldn’t face sitting in our filthy living room (we’d had a party the night before which ended on Saturday at 3pm) and smelling all the cigarette and booze fumes. We stayed in bed all night, watched TV had special bed pizza and then went back to sleep – now that is what TV in bed should be about.
So. Today has been really rubbish – and now I think I’m getting the cold and I’ve got to cycle home in the rain.
Boo.
If ever there was a night to be going home to get changed into your PJs and drinking hot chocolate tonight is that night.
Shame I’m going home to get changed and head right back out again to read crazy boys bed time stories and spend the whole night getting up off the sofa and saying ‘if you don’t go to bed right this minute I am going to phone your mummy and daddy and they will have to come home and they will be very, very angry’.
Oh god.
6:17 pm - 19 February 2007
