Fuck Snoogles: A Rant
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 5:28 am
First, let me say I'm cool with whichever wave of feminism we're in now. 3rd, 4th, 5th, whatever. I'm down with it. Really. Mrs. Rench makes significantly more than I do, the Renchlette is allowed to explore and pretend whatever strikes her, most days princesses, some days the garage, whatever. It's no big deal.
There are SOME THINGS though, that the man of the house should be reasonably irreplaceable for. Until now.
Mrs. Rench, at 19 weeks pregnant, demanded this gawd-awful pillow thing called a Snoogle this week. After a fair amount of searching, I found one, even in her preferred color, and it takes up half the damn bed. She loves it, and immediately contorts the thing around her, declaring it the best gift ever. I casually point out "hon, it's spooning you. You know I used to do that til you complained about being hot, me not doing it right, and then me breathing..."
So I sleep all night on what has now been reduced to 1/4 of our full size bed (I never had more than 1/3, but now with baby AND Snoogle...). At 6 AM, the Renchlette comes running into our room, half whining about a bad dream while Mrs. Rench gets in the shower. "It's ok honey, just a dream, come here..." and she dutifully jumps under my open arm. Then starts twitching. rolling around, and finally "Daddy, can I sleep on mommy's pillow?"
"umm, sure..."
"YAY!!!!" Dives into the Snoogle and passes right out.
I've been supplanted by a pillow. FML. FTW.
I'm glad I put the wood stove in the garage last year. Looks like I need to add a cot...
-Rench
There are SOME THINGS though, that the man of the house should be reasonably irreplaceable for. Until now.
Mrs. Rench, at 19 weeks pregnant, demanded this gawd-awful pillow thing called a Snoogle this week. After a fair amount of searching, I found one, even in her preferred color, and it takes up half the damn bed. She loves it, and immediately contorts the thing around her, declaring it the best gift ever. I casually point out "hon, it's spooning you. You know I used to do that til you complained about being hot, me not doing it right, and then me breathing..."
So I sleep all night on what has now been reduced to 1/4 of our full size bed (I never had more than 1/3, but now with baby AND Snoogle...). At 6 AM, the Renchlette comes running into our room, half whining about a bad dream while Mrs. Rench gets in the shower. "It's ok honey, just a dream, come here..." and she dutifully jumps under my open arm. Then starts twitching. rolling around, and finally "Daddy, can I sleep on mommy's pillow?"
"umm, sure..."
"YAY!!!!" Dives into the Snoogle and passes right out.
I've been supplanted by a pillow. FML. FTW.
I'm glad I put the wood stove in the garage last year. Looks like I need to add a cot...
-Rench
