Posted by
cathleen carr on Aug 18, 2010 in
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9 comments
I often fantasize about being my husband. Mostly at night. As we crawl into bed. His ability to fall asleep within moments of hitting the pillow leave me both mesmerized and deeply jealous. If we were competing for Most Well-Rested Spouse, he would be crowned in jewels and I would be stuck fluffing pillows.
I love to sleep just as much as the next gal, but sleep doesn’t...