
My Husband Grinds His Teeth
Venue: the bedroom. Performer: my husband. Instrument: his teeth. Ticket: none. Refund: impossible.

A Survival Manual for Sleeping Next to a Tractor
Do you sleep next to a tractor? This book is for you (and for your earplugs).
14-day guarantee: if it is not what you expected, tell us what we can improve and we will refund you. Request a refund
Also available in Spanish: Mi esposo ronca: Manual de supervivencia para dormir junto a un tractor
These books are humor and general information and do not replace the opinion of a health professional.
Who it is for
It is for you if you live with your husband and want to understand what is going on, know what to do and laugh a little along the way, no lectures. It also works as a gift for whoever shares a home with them.
For your partner → · Sleep & sleepless nights → · Snoring, insomnia & sleep apnea →
It is for you if you live with your husband and want to understand what is going on, know what to do and laugh a little along the way, no lectures. It also works as a gift for whoever shares a home with them.
US$2.49, one-time payment in the Payhip store. You get the PDF instantly and read it on phone, tablet or computer.
These books are humor and general information and do not replace the opinion of a health professional.
Yes. You have 14 days from the purchase. Write to us from the store's contact page and tell us briefly what you did not like or what we can improve. With that feedback we refund your money to the same payment method. We ask for it because it helps us improve the books.
Why get it?
It is the friendliest way to say “I want to understand you” without a lecture: a short, funny ebook you can read in an afternoon. Read it to understand your husband better, or hand it to your husband with a smile and laugh together about what you both already know is happening.
A funny gift for anyone living with a snorer, or for the snorer himself if he can laugh at himself.
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Venue: the bedroom. Performer: my husband. Instrument: his teeth. Ticket: none. Refund: impossible.

I walked into the hallway with a rolling pin, thinking they were burglars. It was my son, looking for the printer in the broom closet.

He stops breathing and I stop sleeping. This is the story of how we fixed it.

At 3:00 a.m., the world has a different sound. And you, eyes wide open, know that tomorrow you'll be a mess.