It’s been two months. Only ten more till my husband gets to come home. (I’m not counting down or anything…) I slept in the middle of the bed the other night. I guess I got tired of waking to a perfectly made side of the bed. I got all diagonal through the night and everything which resulted in me deciding to not make the bed the following morning, which led to a week of not making the bed. I awoke this morning and washed my bedding and made the bed, because not making the bed sets a rather poor example for my boys.
It remains to be seen if I’ll continue sleeping in the middle of the bed, or go back to my side.