Then there's the kitchen in the morning. I am usually on the couch and I will get to that next. He measures and pours his coffee beans, which sounds like rolling marbles across a metal floor. Then he grinds them. Grind. Shake. Grind some more. Then he fills his coffee maker with water and generally fails to turn off the faucet to the point where it won't drip. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
I hinted about being on the couch. More often than not, I end up there. He is a noisy sleeper. The noises that emit from this man's orifices can be scary. He snores and/or makes this "puh, puh" noise, among other sound effects. I end up on the couch or if I am really tired, I just start out there so I don't have to make the move in the middle of the night. The result is at least I don't have to hear the one man shower band if I am on the couch in the morning and I just wake up to the one man kitchen band.
Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and I have more than learned to live with these sounds. In fact, I have come to