Bed Punting

My fiance kicks his legs at night. As soon as he gets into bed, and even after he falls asleep, he seems to have Restless Leg Syndrome. He shakes his foot or twitches his feet or kicks his right leg in to the air and lets it land with a thump on the mattress. It's not as bad as it was when he first moved in. Although, I think I say that because I've just gotten used it. When I change the sheets or straighten the bed, I don't even tuck his side in. I know it's just going to come undone with his RLS. I actually have a hard time falling asleep sometimes if I don't have his shaking foot rocking me to slumber. It's like driving in a car when you were little. The constant motion is comforting. If I was upset when I was younger and wouldn't take a nap, my mom would put me in the car and drive around until I fell asleep. Which didn't take long.

The other night, though, Neil's kicking made me edgy. Every time his leg launched into the air and shook the bed with it's return I became anxious with anticipation of when he would stop. As I contemplated trying to hold his leg down, I opened my eyes and saw the glow of my computer screen in the next room. Perhaps if I got up to write, his kicking would cease by the time I came back to bed. But what would I write? I could write about his kicking, since that's what was on the forefront of my mind. I started thinking of descriptive words and phrases to express the experience of his kicking. But then I thought, what for? I knew that I would write about it and then feel a bit silly that I had left bed just to write about Neil kicking. Which then launched a debate in myself of why I felt that what I was experiencing was inconsequential. I didn't want to write something just to hit the delete button when I was done, but what would I do with a saved writing about my fiance's bed punting? Why was I trying to qualify what I was going to write about when what I really needed to do was just write? I just wanted to be self expressed.

After a month, or even longer, of trying to get myself to create a blog, I decided that it was finally time to stop procrastinating. I was too tired to create one that night, but I had finally made it over the hump of indecision. I had been waiting for some great burst of inspiration or even an epiphany, but in the end, all it took was my sweet Neil doing what he often does and me getting the itch to write about it.

So, here it goes...welcome to my blog!

With love,
Aislinn