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Web-Blinds Sleep Easy Guide

Web-Blinds Sleep Easy Guide

'To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...'

‘To Sleep, Perchance to Dream…’

Wouldn’t we all like to sleep better?  I know I would.  Web-Blinds have uploaded a guide to doing just that.  I was asked to help them get the word out, and to see if I could improve my own sleep patterns too.  ‘Yep!’ I said, ‘I’ll happily help out.  Any excuse to sleep more.’

You see, my husband snores like a bad-tempered bear with a megaphone most nights, especially if he has a cold or if he’s been out drinking.  Poor love can’t help it.  He even had an operation to stop him snoring, but two days after the op, my then 3 year old daughter, punched him in the nose and ‘something went crack’ as he put it.  This meant that the operation was totally unsucessful and he simply snores in a different tone now, but just as ear-smashingly loud.  Before I developed certain coping methods, I regularly curled up in a ball on the sofa, at the bottom of the kids’ beds and in sleeping bags in the midst of a drift of toys on their floors.  Anything to avoid sleeping in the same room as him.

This is how I have learnt to cope. Not that I’m recommending it to anyone:

The Hello Kitty thing is full of bubble bath, it's nice to have a bath before bed to relax. A glass or two of wine helps knock me out before bed, as do the the 'Extra Strength' non-prescription sleeping tablets and the Co-Codamol helps a little too sometimes.

The Hello Kitty thing contains bubble bath, it’s nice to have a relaxing bath before bed. A glass or two of wine helps knock me out, as do the the ‘Extra Strength’ non-prescription sleeping tablets and the Co-Codamol. I use earplugs sometimes, but I dislike them because I can’t hear if the kids have a nightmare or throw up and need me.

It’s not good is it.  Maybe the bath and the ear-plugs are ok, but the rest of it can’t be a great long term solution can they?  The problem is I have never found a way around this, and literally the only way I can actually sleep in my own bed is to follow this rather unhealthy bedtime regime.

This guide is actually very helpful, it has made me re-evaluate what I’m doing on a regular basis.  Perhaps I can change a few things, and maybe if I do, I can become so relaxed I won’t mind about the snoring.  Firstly there’s this:

A favourite bedtime supper.  'More cheese Grommit?'

A favourite bedtime supper. ‘More cheese Grommit?’

I am terrible for snacking before I go to bed.  Their tips suggest eating cherries, milk, rice, bananas, turkey, sweet potatoes or valerian tea before trying to get some shut-eye….. not cheese.  Probably/definitely not cheese.  I suppose this means that when I do actually fall asleep I’m more likely to have weird dreams and feel less rested than if I’d eaten properly, which would help to release ‘healthy sleep-promoting chemicals and carbohydrates.’  Not sure if I can face sweet potatoes at 11pm, but maybe I should.

Then there’s this:

I often browse Facebook, Twitter and the BBC news before falling asleep.  I never read celebrity gossip pages though.  Oh no.  I'm far too high-brow for that you know.

I often browse Facebook, Twitter and the BBC news on my Android before trying to fall asleep. I never read celebrity gossip pages though. Oh no. I’m far too high-brow for that. Hmm…

Their Sleep Easy guide says a resounding no to this sort of thing.  Their Sleep Guide also says this is a Bad Thing and it will stop me sleeping.  So maybe I should resist the urge to find out about Kanye West and his latest rant about him being God and how he wants to sell leather jogging pants to the world.  Wait a minute, no.  I didn’t mean to say that.  I only ever read things about third world issues and politics really.

I also smoke, not a lot, but enough to probably muck up my sleep according to the Sleep Guide.

Something else I'm doing wrong.  Oops

Something else I’m doing wrong. Oops

I have invested in a couple of things that I hope will improve my sleeping patterns.  Inspired by the Sleep Guide, I thought why not?   One of the reasons I’m not comfortable in my own bed, is that all of our fitted sheets are for a double bed.  We own a king size bed and the sheets ping off the corners all the time, which is really annoying at 3am when you find you’re sleeping face down on bare mattress.  Finally, I plucked up the courage to buy something I’ve always dreamed of. A luxurious 1000 count egyptian cotton fitted sheet, gorgeous.  It fits the bed, it feels sleek and soft to the touch, it’s thick, it’ll last a lifetime – it better had do anyway!

We have a memory foam mattress which I love, and now I have the perfect bed sheets for it  too.

We have a memory foam mattress which I love, and now I have the perfect bed sheets for it too.

So, our bed is now complete.  A good mattress is essential for a good night’s sleep apparently too, so now we have the full set: a decent mattress and something lovely to cover it. So  now, even if I can’t sleep, I’ll be as comfortable as can be.  Snug as a bug in a rug as you might say.

I’ve also bought one of these for my darling husband:

'One Ring To Fix The Snoring' as not mentioned in the Lord of the Rings.

‘One Ring To Fix The Snoring’ as not mentioned in the Lord of the Rings.

This little circle of peace, calm and all things quiet – is an anti-snoring ring.  It works on a principle based on acupuncture.  I really, Really, REAlly, REALLY hope it works.  It arrived yesterday and I have high hopes for it.  Maybe it will save me from a fate worse than deafness and sleeplessness. It certainly fits in with the ‘Keep Unwanted Noizzze At Bay’ section on Web-Blind’s Sleep Easy page.

I’ve read, taken note of and tried to put into practise as much as I can of the Sleep Guide and if it can guide me into long uninterrupted hours of blissful sleep I will be one happy bunny.  Please click on the Sleep Easy Guide if you’d lke to find out more.  I honestly think it makes a lot of sense – apart from the eating sweet potatoes at bedtime bit.

This was written in conjunction with  Web-Blinds.  Thanks to them I may never have to snooze on carpets, chairs or curled up with the dog ever again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Bedding Company – A Very Snuggly Duvet Review

The Bedding Company

A Very Snuggly Duvet Review

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The Bedding Company very kindly sent me a ‘Silentnight Natural White Duck Feather Duvet, 10.5 tog King Size’ last week.  Their timing is simply perfect!   This winter has been a bit nippy to put it mildly.

Here’s the duvet on their website. 10.5 tog of feathery snuggliness:

Feeling sleepy yet?

Feeling sleepy yet?

The duvet arrived in a handy bag so you could easily buy something like this as a wedding present or a gift for someone who lives in a very cold house (namely us).

This is about the size of a very large pillow when it arrives. I'm reliably informed that hippos really love Silent Night bedding.

This is about the size of a very large pillow when it arrives. I’m reliably informed that hippos really love Silent Night bedding.  I would love to see this claim tried and tested.

When I unzipped the bag and hauled the duvet out I have to say I was a little surprised.  I knew it was 10.5 tog, but I thought it would be thicker.  If you squish the duvet between your hands on both sides you can feel your hands touching through the cotton material.   You see I’ve never had a feather duvet before,  I didn’t really know what to expect.

I soon realised that it feels thinner because the air, and therefore the warmth, nestles in the air pockets between the fluffed up feathers.  It doesn’t need layer upon layer of man-made fibres so the duvet does feel much lighter.

Sausage tried on the duvet for size:

A duvet doubles as a den.  I had great trouble persuading Sausage to let me have the duvet back so I could put it on the bed.

A king size duvet doubles as a den. I had great trouble persuading Sausage to let me have the duvet back so I could put it on the bed.

Call me over the top if you like, but one of the first things I did was to check the stitching.  I hate shoddy stitching and loose untidy ends.  The stitching and manufacturing quality looked perfect on this product, it’s double stitched to ‘keep the filling evenly distributed and to help prevent cold spots.’

The feathers are nicely held in place with perfectly sewn stitches so you don't have to worry about them all migrating to one end of the duvet.  10/10 for attention to detail.

The feathers are nicely held in place with double sewn stitches so you don’t have to worry about them all migrating to one end of the duvet. 10/10 for attention to detail.

Here is our freshly made bed!  I bought a new duvet cover because I couldn’t bear to put our old covers on our posh feathery duvet.  Looks cosy doesn’t it.  In fact just looking at this picture makes me want to curl up like a sleepy kitten and dream of hippos in stripy pyjamas until sunrise. In fact I might just abandon this blog post now and go nap…….

Oh, but no!  I’ve started so I’ll finish.

The colour scheme may not be to everyone's taste, but I love bright jewel colours and it's our bed so ner!  This is maybe why I don't focus on home decor so much...

The colour scheme may not be to everyone’s taste, but I love bright jewel colours and it’s our bed so ner! This is maybe why I don’t focus on home decor so much…  I’m saying nothing about the carpet, we were given it when we moved in.

There is something else about the duvet which I suppose I should mention.  I don’t know if it’s a plus or a minus.  Personally I think it’s a plus.  It rustles!  There’s a ton of feathers in there so I shouldn’t be surprised really.  It’s just something I’ve never noticed with any other duvets.  I love it because it makes the duvet seem all the more luxurious.

Our bedroom is right up in the attic, and it is freeeeeezing in winter sometimes, so I’m very grateful to the Bedding Company for this gorgeous duvet.  You have saved us from frozen toes!

Now you know why  you never see ducks shivering in winter.  Evolution gave them feathers instead of little duck shaped sleeping bag coats for a reason.  1) Because they’d sink  2) Because feathers are much warmer.  Think on!

If you would like your own snug-as-a-bug-in-a-duck-feather-duvet you can find them HERE for £48 (King size) on The Bedding Company website.    The cover is super-soft and 100% cotton and it is machine washable, which always helps.

The Bedding Company sent me a Duck Feather 10.5 Duvet to review, no other financial reward was given.

Christmas in Scribbly Summary

Christmas in Scribbly Summary.

This is another version of ‘Christmas in Sparkly Summary.’    Pls double click on the image if you think it will make it easier to read.  My handwriting is appalling.

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In case of Indeciperable Handwriting please use magnifying glass, or just look puzzled in my direction. Either or, is fine :O)

Cracking Coconuts and Crocodiles

Cracking Coconuts and Crocodiles!

And no it’s not  recipe blog.  It’d be horrible one if it was!

Today has been a bit of a caffeine fuelled day to be honest.  Last night Sausage ambled up the stairs to our bedroom in the attic at about 3am saying he had been having his usual nightmare about crocodiles so I had to try and get him to go back to sleep and stay in his bed rather than ours.  This ended up with me asleep on his bedroom floor – which he loves because he can divebomb me with teddies from the top of his cabin bed first thing in the morning.  This time I did wake up though and stumbled back up to our bed, whereupon I was snored at and woken at 6am by Sausage again saying he’d had a nightmare yet again and could he sleep in our bed?  I let him because I was desperate for sleep, so he happily lay there kicking me in my back until I finally gave up and got out of bed.  This is all after having got to bed at 12.30pm which is a late one for me.  So….today I have been mostly in a dozy daze.

Darlek has been off school too, she was sent home yesterday because she’d gone very pale and was complaining of an earache and a headache.   I thought she was maybe playing it up a bit, but she got home and just put herself to bed.  So this morning I decided to keep her home and coddle her a bit.  Later I found I’d made a very convenient decision because I couldn’t have got out of the house even if I’d wanted to.  The house had eaten my housekeys.  We were locked in all day until Horace got home from work at 7pm.  After a brief search Horace found the offending keys and made me feel like an absolute idiot, which of course I am.  I cannot for the life of me keep track of those keys, or my debit cards, or my phone, or my life for that matter.

In the afternoon Darlek stopped half vomiting in her plastic bowl, and brightened up a little and then the arguments and the cabin fever started.  Sausage resorted to running laps around the living room after Darlek said he had been ‘Moopiefied’ to get him to run off and leave her alone.  To explain;  ‘Moopified’ is a new verb in this house.  Whenever Darlek wants her brother to do something, she’ll tell him, she’ll ‘Moopify’ him – which basically means that if he does whatever it is that she wants him to do, she’ll turn him into a Muppet.  Sausage, being the gullible little 3 year old that he is, believes every word and does a strange floppy, wobbly headed walk / run after his moopification.  This would be very cute, but he is rather hard to control when he is a Muppet.  I think the moopification process makes him a little hyper.

*** Warning to parents considering taking their kids to see The Muppets.  Your children may be moopified after viewing.

I did try to do some housework, honestly I did.  Someone once told me the trick to keeping up with tidying, is to make sure that you never leave a room empty handed.  I tried that, but every time I did, I ended up wandering back into the same room carrying the same item, still not knowing where the hell to put it!  I am a hopeless case.  So in all truth, today I didn’t do housework at all, I just picked things up, wandered around with them and put them down somewhere else, usually arbitrarily chosen.

The grand finale for today was the Cracking of the Coconut!  Both kids were fascinated with coconuts the last time we went Morrisons, so we got one for them.  This evening saw me on my hands and knees on our kitchen floor whacking a very stubborn coconut with a massive hammer – this is of course after draining the coconut milk and the kids going ‘Ew!’ lots at it.  I drank all of it because they didn’t want it.  It’s probably highly calorific and Jenny Craig would scold me terribly, but just don’t tell her…ok?  *taps side of nose and winks*

Anyway, back to bashing the living daylights out of the coconut…. I narrowly missed my hand several times, but eventually heard a satisfying crack and managed to use the other end of the hammer to wedge it open and finally get at the coconut.  This must have taken me about 10 minutes I think.  After all my efforts the kids chewed their wadge of coconut, pulled faces and spat it out.  You just can’t please some people!  I don’t think Horace is very keen on coconut either so I have a whole one to get through one way or another.  I might go into making knock-off Bounties or something, or I suppose I could go and find a monkey.  Do monkeys eat coconuts?  I know they chuck them around a fair bit, or is that just in Um-Bongo adverts.

So to summarise:   Point 1 – I’m tired. Point 2 – Crocodile nightmares are very annoying. Point 3 – Advice on how to Moopify your children.  Point 4 – musings on the subject of coconuts and monkeys.

I think I might need to get out more.  I’m so glad I know where they keys are now! (or do I? *looks worried and pats pockets*)

Overlept!

Overslept!

Someone has just pointed out that this blog is entitled ‘Overlept’.  Can I just point out that is because I am inept and this is simply due to ‘Overleeping’.

The weather is cold, dank and grey and today the school run was particularly shivery.  So this morning, when I returned home with numb fingers and a freezing cold nose, I thought ‘I know, I’ll go and have a nice nap and warm up’ – which is something I never, ever do.  3 hours later I wake up.

I had plans to write reams on here about all sorts of stuff.  I had plans to sort our piles of washing.  I had plans to find out where the strange wee-wee smell was coming from in Sausage’s room.  I had plans to sort out the drifts of clothes in Darlek’s room.  Instead I’ve just about managed to clear the detritus from the living room , do washing up, feed the cat, put a load of washing on and swear quite a bit.  There’s no-one else in the house and that cat is very used to my bad language by now.  He just puts his paws over his ears.

I wouldn’t care, but I don’t even feel relaxed.  My first dream involved my youngest and my nephew playing chicken on the motorway and I couldn’t catch them.  The second one was about how I was late getting the kids to school, so I decided to have lunch up town and then take them to save time.  In the process I began dragging a portaloo around, for the life of me I can’t work out why.  Then I realised my iPad (I don’t even have an iPad) had been left at the bottom of town, so I left my two kids in the town centre with strict instructions not to move while I retrieved it.  Then I got reported to Social Services and I have a vague recollection of a bit of the dream where I’m shouting ‘FFS, they’re 3 and 6, they would have been fine!’  Throughout this random dream my son had rocketed to the size of a wrestler and was about 7ft tall.  Really, really odd.  And I’ve not even eaten any cheese.

So, come on you dream interpreters you!  What does a dream about lugging a portaloo about mean?  I can translate the other stuff as anxiety dreams, but where the hell does a portable toilet fit into the scheme of things.

Anyway, I can’t sit here rambling about loos.  I have a whole blummin day to catch up with.  I shall not be napping in the morning again.  I feel like someone’s nicked my day.  Not fair!