Sweet Sleeps Sky High

If you think you love someone, if you think you've found that special person you're supposed to spend out the rest of your life with, travel together.

You'll find out real quick whether or not you can stand to be around each another for the long haul.

If you're far from home, if you're out of your element, and the only other person around for miles and miles that speaks your language is the exact same person that you've been staring at for the past 72 straight hours (or the past week/month/whatever), sooner or later, no matter how in love you think you are, that person is going to become the most annoying person on the face of the planet.

Through travel, I have learned that my husband can fall asleep and stay asleep in seriously any location.

To me, this is most annoying. Especially on a plane. No matter how tired I am, no matter how much I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep, I can not. Not on an airplane.

Perhaps even more annoying than his ability to sleep anywhere, is his obsession with his travel pillow. Where's my pillow? Where's my pillow? he frets aloud while packing for any trip. He's more worried about that dang pillow than he is about his toothbrush or underwear count.

And as soon as we take off - heck, sometimes even before we take off - he's propping up his neck, covering his eyes, pulling a blanket or jacket around his face and suddenly, so suddenly, snoring away.

I used to sit awake and stare daggers into his sweetly slumbering body but I've learned that doesn't do any good. He sleeps right through my evil glares, and anyway, what sort of karma am I bringing upon myself by staring down my husband as he sleeps?

Instead, on this most recent trip, I actually supplied him with this cool contraption called Plane Comfort.

It's an uber soft, fleecy blanket, a blow up pillow and a pillow case all packaged into one tight little bundle. He loved it!

Since it was ours and not the airline's, I was able to throw it in the washer and know that it wasn't carrying any cooties.

And beyond that, I thought that perhaps, by letting go of my sleep-deprived airplane aggression and letting my hubby snooze, that perhaps I would recover some cosmic, karmic points.