Add to that very hot weather, arthritis pain, diarrhoea (from my meds), the fact I am having to check my blood sugars twice a day (and all the mental crap that that involves) and the inability to fall asleep quickly at night and I am sort of out of control.
So much so that the other night I was playing the Psycho shower scene in my head, my hubby was the victim - all because he was snoring and snoring and snoring. This man snores on his side (both of them) and his back. He snores from the second he falls asleep, so I try and fall asleep before him - for if I do then his snoring doesn't wake me up. Trouble is lately, it is taking me quite a while to fall asleep and even when I do, I wake often and he snores all night long.
So the couch and I have become firm friends - and I don't sleep all that well there either, but at least I don't want to stab my hubby, or smother him with a pillow or hit him with a frying pan. He reckons he needs to start wearing a bike helmet and full body armour to bed just in case my rational mind stops controlling the need to beat him to a pulp.
I think he needs to go and see someone about his snoring, it is much much worse. Last night he was running a marathon with his legs as well - classic signs of sleep apnoea.
Normally his snoring is not a problem because we have been sleeping apart in separate rooms. However, a couple of months ago my son came back to live with us (temporarily) and he is in the spare room. So while it is kind of nice to be sharing the marital bed again, it won't be if a murder occurs in the bedroom, and really, I love my hubby very much and he is so good for me and to me that I think it will be the couch and I for a while longer.