Would You Shave Your Eyebrows?

Matthew and I haven't spent a night apart since we moved to Tennessee -over two years ago. "Two years!" I imagine you gasping in horror! Okay, I imagine you really saying something along the lines of "Meh... No big deal."
Well, my friend, it IS a very big deal. That's two years of getting used to someone sleeping by your side. Some people take a while to adjust to having someone in their bed. Some people just automatically click. Matt and I were the latter. I would spend the majority of my day laying in bed, cuddling with my husband if it were possible. As it is not, I savor even more the nights when we can lay in bed and hold eachother.
What has brought on this revelation? Well, Matt has had to work the night-shift the past couple of nights. One word: BOO! It's been very difficult on him. I'm not going to lie, it's been crazy hard on me too.
So, here I sit, thinking of how I could express myself and my feelings about this experience. My mind has wandered until it found the perfect words for this story. A monologue, if you will. I like to call it:

Confessions of a Night-shift Wife
I lay still in the dark, between the cold sheets. I find myself putting more layers on, trying to make up for the missing body heat I'm used to.
After hours of tossing and turning, I am still shutting my eyes nice and tight as if that would will me to fall asleep. I can't help but peek out of one eye to check the clock. He gets off in six hours. I close my eyes even tighter. Time would go by so much faster if I could just get to sleep.
And... I'm wide awake.
I finally give up. I look out of my open bedroom door to the hallway. The carpet and the wall is brightened by the kid's nightlight. William and Lily are sound asleep. Finally. It's like pulling teeth to get children to sleep. Especially when it's only me doing it. I can hear their shallow breathing -and light snoring- through the open path from my room to theirs. I get up to check on them, making a pit stop to the bathroom. I watch William and Lily sleep -having sweet dreams, I hope- and wish that I, too, can eventually have a peaceful rest.
I lay back in bed.
Sly glance at the clock. Five more hours. Sigh.
I roll over to the empty bed next to me. Empty except for my glasses, the novel that I began and finished within five hours, and a few chocolate candy wrappers, of course.
I force my eyes closed -yet again- saddened by my pathetic-ness. I've had all this time to myself. Have I enjoyed it? No. I'm just exhausted and restless at the same time. And I'm getting a headache over my left eye.
Time passes and a long yawn eventually escapes my mouth. I don't do anything to stop it's full effect. I nestle deeper into the pillows. The most comfortable I've been all night. The most comfortable I'll probably get.
I wake up to the annoying sound of metal scratching metal as the door unlocks.
It has never sounded sweeter.

Alright, so this is a glimpse of my sad life for the past couple of days. Some understand. Some don't. Some have been through a lot worse. Some would shave their eyebrows off to have the full bed to themselves.
Call me a newly-wed. Call me lame. Call me a sap. Heck, now you know you can call me in the middle of the night when Matt is working night-shift. I'll be awake, probably trying to find something to do in my awakedness.
But, you can sure count me among those who wouldn't shave their eyebrows. Even to have the bed all to myself.

Sidenote: I wrote this blog post on a sheet of paper at 2 in the morning. Sorry if it doesn't make complete sense. I couldn't help but think it was a little funny.