My Own Personal Bed Bug

New York is renowned for bed bugs.  I think we have eluded the biting variety thus far, but I have found myself with my own personal bed bug – the 14 year old Mackenzie.

Note: in Australia I am blessed and sleep in a king sized bed, Allister is away working 95% of the time, so it’s usually just me soaking up the billowy comfort of a lovely king sized bed.

Macca and I have shared a bed ever since arriving in NYC.  We have a pair of those foam earplugs each, attempting to block out the street noise and each other’s sleeping noises.

Night 1:

Mack and I are sharing a lovely king sized bed at the Hyatt. This night I learnt he is a blanket thief and every time I would try and pull the doona back, he was holding on for grim death and wasn’t letting go.  Also, this kid makes weird noises when he sleeps.

Night 2:

We are paired up in what I can only assume is a double bed, it is of good quality and more than comfortable enough.  I was finding myself elbowed and kneed like there was no tomorrow as Mack thrashes about in his sleep.  Oh yep, the noises are still there.  But I did wake to a chirpy Mack stating “ear plug down”, so he had to rummage through the bedding to find his lost ear plug.

Night 3:

I was exhausted and thankfully found myself passed out before Mack even came to bed.  I know I was woken a couple of times during the night with knees and elbows again, but I went straight back to sleep again without a second thought.  This morning as we and NYC are waking from its slumber, I find Mack’s hand scratching about at my face. I asked him “What are you doing”, his reply was “Sorry Weezie, I was looking for my phone”

Night 4:

He thrashed about like no body’s business, but I was that tired I just went straight back to sleep each time he woke me up.

Night 5:

Well let’s see what that brings.

Macca - The sleep Demon