[Picture taken on a non-back to back night]
Last night Tod and I went to bed back to back. Which means we disagreed about whether or not dishes need to be done the night before (me) or the next morning (him). Which isn't a huge argument or a big deal until Tod says something like this:
Tod: "Well, be sure to check the mail tomorrow."
Tod: "Because your medal is in there...you have won the grand prize for ALWAYS doing the dishes before bed."
Medal comment + Not doing dishes before bed = Going to bed back to back.
Just like in the movies when couples are mad and they don't snuggle and aren't close but sleep facing away from each other.
And then I think, why do I care about the dishes getting done at night? Oh wait it's because I don't want to spend the first hours of my day washing the freaking dishes.
But back to back sucks because I always, ALWAYS have nightmares and/or wake up with a headache. Because it's exhausting being mad ALL NIGHT LONG as I sleep/toss/turn. And I hate laying (lying?) there upset while Tod drops off to sleep .2 seconds later. He wakes up with a clear head washed of memories of any fight and I wake up ready to throw dishes at someone.
All those old ladies at your bridal shower were right -- never go to bed mad...back to back. They're only dishes.