Dear Helen Reddy. Thank you ever so much for your ode to female empowerment released some time in the 70s.
There days however, it would appear that I am doing more snoring than roaring. Well at least that's what my smart mouthed oldest child keeps telling me.
Ok, I'll admit. Yes... Apparently my night time ritual has now included me snoring like a freight chain (hubby's words, not mine). At some point in time, and I cannot remember when this occured, it seems that the kicks and knocks to my slumbering husband are now being returned. To me.
It sucks. Because quite frankly, snoring is just gross, annoying and painful. I blame my sinuses, because... well I have to blame something! I use nasal sprays to clear the passages, but I fear that the snoring is thanks to advancing age. Not that I'm ready to join the blue rinse brigade anytime soon, but still....
My eldest child's aversion to snoring was so blatant that days before we went away to my parent's beach house, she started laying the ground work to not sleep in our room. My parents own a lovely little beach cottage, one toilet and 3 bedrooms packed to capacity. There's not a lot of privacy and the walls are not sound proof.
She started early, saying that all the snoring people had to sleep in one room. And she did not want to be in that room. Ok dear child, we get the message. You don't like snoring.
Can I just say... I'm fairly confident that when I was young, I never once dared to say anything like this to my mum. In fact, many years ago, in a visit to my country of birth, my mum and I had to share a room and O. M. G. Did that woman snore!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I was sleepless for about 5 days until I sought refuge on the couch. It was a shocker. But still I said nothing.
Not so for the kiddly winks these days.
Anyway, it's getting late, best I get ready for another night of snoring.
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