During my pregnancy with Zoey I suffered from insomnia. So when I could sleep I did. As a result, my sleep patterns were really screwed up. This particular night I was trying to go to sleep for hours but at 3:30 I was still awake. I tired reading, crafting, watching tv, anything that my drs allowed, I had tried to get to the point I could go to sleep. Finally, I was feeling sleepy and knew that I could get some rest. There was only one problem. My husband was snoring up a storm. This was not a typical sleep snore, this was hibernating bear snore. Which was very rare for him he has never been bad at snoring. I was determined to get some sleep though. So I tried rolling him over. I tried shaking him. Everything that I could think of to get him to stop snoring. Nothing was working. In fact, it was only getting worse. I was out of ideas. And honestly, he wouldn’t wake up when I tried waking him. I was on the verge of tears when my eyes landed on my nightstand and one of my most evil ideas ever formed. I grabbed the tweezers that were laying on my nightstand. I slowly reached over and plucked one of his chest hairs. I quickly moved back to my side of the bed and acted like I hadn’t moved. My husband yelled, grabbed his chest, and finally woke up. He looks at me and says “Owww….something bit me.” I, as lovingly as possible, said “Oh no! Can you roll over?” He did and the snoring stopped.
I will freely admit that I apologized profusely the next day when I showed him the video I made of when I plucked his chest hair. To this day I have to keep tweezers far away from my nightstand.