If there’s one time that I seriously side-eye my husband, it’s when we go to bed. We kiss goodnight, and no less than eight seconds later, he is peacefully snoring. No tossing. No turning. No painfully rehashing the details of the day. This guy just puts his head to the pillow and boom! ASLEEP. I, on the other hand, am staring at the ceiling, jumping at literally every single creak, and making my to-do list for tomorrow while stressing out about every minute that ticks by.