Last night I had a particularly restless night – I think I got good sleep, I just remember tossing and turning a lot, throwing covers off my shoulders and then back up again. Kicking my feet out of the end of the sheets, and then back under. It’s that time of the year that we flip between open windows and air conditioning. Yesterday was a mild day, but for some reason our house felt like an oven. It’s pretty humid this week, and the a/c cut that nicely last night, but made me alternately cool and hot all night long.
This same issue has always plagued me on camping trips – and we have one coming up. I spend much of the night zipping and unzipping the sleeping bag, trying to get all portions of my body the correct temperature. This sleeping bag cracks me up. Besides looking like he’s been attacked by a bear, I think he looks like he’s assumed my perfect temperature posture for the night. Until I flip over on my stomach (because I’m a stomach sleeper) and I find myself wrapped up like a mummy. Or sentenced to a straight jacket.
And everyone would love the sound of eight zippers moving all night long, I’m sure.