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Microwaves and Crock-Pots

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My husband and I were attending a couples group at our home church when I heard the differences in married partners, intimate life compared to microwaves vs. crockpots for the first time. Men, you throw it in the microwave, hit a couple buttons and in mere minutes he’s good to go. Women, on the other hand, take hours, even all day. You have to turn the crock pot on, slowly add each ingredient, stirring after each one, let it marinate, checking on it frequently, lots of time and patience.


As I lay wide awake in bed tonight, this comparison suddenly struck me as being applicable to another area of our life. The humorous, but also often true, microwave/crockpot analogy doesn’t only apply to our sex life, but also to our sleeping habits as well.


My husband is a microwave through and through. Sleep comes quickly and easily to him – he welcomes it with open arms. His head hits the pillow and, on nights he values his life and our marriage, he also straps on his CPAP mask and instantly starts snoring and he’s OUT. I find myself in constant awe and envy of this remarkable feat. I also find myself occasionally wanting to smother him with my pillow. Just kidding. Sort of.


I, on the other hand, am like a …..reverse crockpot? As I attempt to unwind and destress from my day, a million thoughts, shaken and stirred, replay in my brain on a loop. When my brain finally decides it is exhausted and bored with the movie of the day, I begin to ponder over the following day: complete with to do lists and all the potential things that could happen that I obviously need to prepare for and worry about in advance because there just isn’t quite enough time during normal waking hours to go over all the possibilities and each and every potential scenario. I don’t enjoy this process. I really don’t. Sometimes I think my husband believes I must, but I don’t. He tells me to “just relax” or, “close your eyes and focus on nothing but black”. All these comments do is lead to more anxiety. I try my best to “relax” (I honestly don’t even understand the meaning of this word) by reading my Bible app, praying, meditating, journaling, reading. I listen to classical music and guided meditations, I count sheep and the next thing I know I’m looking at the alarm clock and realizing HOURS have somehow already passed which causes me to stress even more as I think about how many hours less I’ll now be sleeping tonight.


Can anyone out there relate? What tips and tricks have you tried?


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Sleep tight!



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