I have come to the conclusion that the person who woke up on the wrong side of the bed went to bed on the wrong side to begin with. Let me explain.
Joseph and I recently bought a new bed frame. To go along with the new frame we decided to rearrange the room (don't you feel all teenage-girlish?). While probably breaking about fifty feng shui rules, our new arrangement does have a much more comfy-cozy feel to it. We love it! Problem? My new writing desk is on Joseph's side of the room. Okay, we're adults, it's not that big of a problem, really. Joseph and I just switched sides of the bed. (Switching the desk wasn't an option due to the layout of the room.) That way I can write as late as I want and not feel like I'm bothering Joseph and then Joseph is near his dresser and we're all happy.
Except . . . I can't sleep on the left side of the bed. Maybe it's because I'm always right (I can detect a few eyerolls out there), but I have always slept on the right side of the bed and my brain and body cannot handle the new change. The first night I literally jolted awake when I turned onto my right side and, amazingly enough, Joseph was there. I felt like I was going out of my mind. The second night, while not feeling like I was on the quick road to the looney bin, I nevertheless was falling asleep telling myself that I was a big girl and I could actually fall asleep on this side. By the fourth night, I plead to have my side back. But, I woke up refreshed and ready to face the day. We decided that switching sides of the bed when we were ready to sleep wasn't maybe the best answer, so last night . . . we slept with our heads at the foot of the bed. That way I was sleeping on the "right" side and all of my stuff was near me and Joseph was able to sleep because I wasn't tossing and turning as much (except for the fact that I woke up at 1:15 to see him still playing his new gameboy!).
Now I just feel like I'm sleeping upside down.
