He's not the only one.
Seriously. Charming Calvin snores. So do I ( or at least I assume I do ) but he tends to fall asleep like a log - almost instantaneous delta waves really! - microseconds after his head touches the pillow which leaves me, the miserable insomniac, staring at the ceiling for the greater part of the night while the stertorous generator besides me roars to life shaking the rafters.
Not exactly the way I'd want to wake the neighbours :)
Occasionally he asks me over to spend the night and though dying to agree ( who wouldn't want to get their hands on a piece of Calvin? ), I sometimes demur as best as I can. Not that I don't love the man but sometimes I need my 6 hours straight of sleep especially after a particularly busy week - or else I'll morph far too easily into the midnight monster Saint Wicked who chews up interns for breakfast. God knows sleep is such a precious commodity for me sometimes that I'd sooner trade gold for it.
But during the nights that I try to distract myself by counting sheep with my head buried under two pillows - while steam locomotives rumble around me, I tell myself I'm not gonna pick a fight. Certainly not worth crying over a snore or two. Unless you're a hermit monk living in strict seclusion alone, it's a common, mundane problem that the majority of the population faces one time or another. I'm a doctor. I know this.
Exactly how do I tell him?
Yet I find myself getting quite ( irrationally really ) irritable especially on mornings that I have to wake up early - and honestly since my year-long coffee embargo, my growling, grumpy morning self isn't exactly pleasant to be with. Of course that's made much worse when I haven't gotten my full quota of zzzs.
Of course Dr McDreamy solved his problems by getting ear plugs but I don't think I'll have to resort to that yet. My poor Charming Calvin. :) Forgive me, sometimes I really do need my sleep.