I washed all of our bedding last night because Georgie spent most of the day throwing up on it. So after it was all clean, I pulled it out of the dryer [I stopped a minute to drink in the luscious smell of freshly washed blankets adorned with fabric softener] and then made the bed. There was a little corner of the sheet that didn't get all the way dry because it got wrapped up inside the blanket in the dryer and it was on the foot of my side of the bed.
I got in bed, noticed the wet spot caressing my ankles, and skipped over to Heath's side of the bed. He usually likes to stay up late and watch t.v. so I figured by the time he came to bed, the wet spot would be dry and I could claim my little piece of bed heaven again.
He totally noticed that I was avoiding the damp spot and had commandeered his side of the bed but he didn't care. He's been trying to sneak himself my side of the bed for a while now. Ya know the phrase "The grass is always greener"? That's what Heath has been thinking for a few years. It use to be that we'd sleep on whatever side and it didn't matter, but then Heath claimed a side, so I took the other one. It worked for a while until he got it in his head that my side was better. By then, I was use to it and didn't want to change.
So last night he took his opportunity on my side of the bed. We went to sleep. Tossed and turned. Hours went by. Finally, I sat up and looked at the husband. He was already up.
"Want to switch sides back?"
We spent the rest of the night sleeping with the cozy familiarity and contour that we have conformed to. I think Heath will stay on his side of the bed from now on. Of course, he leaves tomorrow for Colorado, so it will be a few weeks until our sides mingle again.