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Sleeping Arrangements

3/25/2018

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When I was younger, I loved sleepovers, slumber parties - sleeping bags lined up next to each other, eating and talking and laughing until we drifted off to sleep.  When I was a young adult, I crashed, cat-napped, and passed out on cigarette burned couches, beer soaked floors, hotel room bathtubs - and once, the back of a boat parked in a friend's garage.  In my early twenties, I traveled abroad and stayed in youth hostels - a mat on the floor right next to a fellow traveller curled up on her mat two feet from mine.  When I was younger - communal living was fun and adventurous and a little bit dangerous.  

As a 48 year old woman, I am less interested in communal sleeping and yet - strangely enough, the opportunity has come up more than I am comfortable with.  I recently chaperoned a weekend event for my high schooler's Speech & Debate team.  My room and board was paid for with the caveat that I share a room with another same gendered parent.  One room, two beds, two strangers. My roommate was lovely.  Her pajamas were way prettier than mine.  A beautifully embroidered gown with teeny-tiny bells.  "Are you going to sleep in that?" I asked, as I shamefully pulled the covers up over my sweatshirt.   She jingled and snored all night long. I know, because I didn't sleep a wink.  

In May, the 100% remote company I work for will meet in Boston for a three day meeting.  Most of us have never met in person - although we talk every day.  We will be staying in one big house - together - more communal living.  Co-workers, sleeping together.  What is this - the 70's?  

Look, I'm all for being young and hip and edgy.  But I don't want to know my co-workers hygiene habits or if they are mouth-breathers or if they make bodily noises while sleeping.  Awkward!  If I refuse and book a hotel room up the road, I am the old lady who isn't one of the gang - and if I stay in the house, I won't sleep for 3 days.  Either way - I'm pissed that this is even a thing.  I mean - do I have to sleep wearing my bra - just in case I run into my boss on the way to the communal bathroom in the middle of the night?  Oh man, I'm going to have to hold it for 3 days. 
4 Comments
Sandy
3/25/2018 06:08:37 pm

Great writer, YOU MAKE ME LAUGH 🤣😂🤣

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Paula Loughlin
3/25/2018 06:42:27 pm

It didn't sound too bad until you said, "Communal bathroom"! That would do it for me. Get thee to a hotel! I love reading your blog. I knew your mom and dad from SHS.

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Mary Ann Kirkpatrick
3/26/2018 09:52:24 am

I knew your mom from Sayville Blvd and used to hang out with Kathy. I'm the kid known as Binky. This is the first of your blogs I've read, but it won't be the last.

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Helen Cotner
3/25/2018 06:27:03 pm

Sweet, I've had similar adult sleep events, now I limit them to at least my own room. Love reading your stories.

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