Shared out of reference and introduction

~Me vs the Weighted blanket

By all counts it should have been a good idea. Thoughtful.

I have anxiety at times, and a dickens of a time falling asleep. In general, I worry.

Hubby gifted me a blanket for Christmas last year, it was amazing he found one with all the people of the world looking for some comfort in the throws of a global pandemic.

We are still fairly new, and he is getting to know my likes.

He researched the best one, taking into account, style ( I like simple, not floofy or flowery) color, ( a color I have elsewhere in the house-a safe bet) and weight. 30# was the suggested poundage for us both together, as this was going to be used on our bed.

In the beginning, it was odd, weird, constraining, yet definitely calming.

As summer came, though, I gravitated back to our ivory cotton cloth spread, lighter in color and feel. I do not like to sweat.

I had folded the weighted one in half and in thirds with great effort, and finally into fourths to fit into a kitchen size garbage bag, to protect it from the dust bunnies that live under the bed.

It was exhausting. A regular workout.

As time went on, and with certain medical changes staring at me, I sought the comfort again of the blanket. Pulling it out from under the bed, with a whomp, and spreading it out in the middle of September.

It’s heavy. It seems to move in the night.

Move, migrate, tidal wave over to my side of the bed.

And when I say it is moving, I am not sure if my husband is pushing it that way, or I am pulling ( which I doubt) or if it has a mind of it’s own, knowing I seem to need it more, so it jumps over to me, to help.

Unless the blanket is exactly square in the middle of the bed, it’s own weight has a mind and a strength of its own.

As I have gotten out of bed to write this, having left my phone in the living room due to exhaustion the night before, I have barely escaped.

It was a battle to remove myself from underneath it, at least 16″ hung over my side of the bed, as I managed to pull free.

I’d estimate the actual weight of that section but math is not who I am, so you will have to use your own imagination.

I’m afraid now, to go back to bed. To pull it over on top of my husband in the night, so that it’s more even.

Maybe I will just sleep on the couch, and attempt a coup in the morning. When there is light, and it is a better chance I will have the upper hand.

Literally.

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