Midnight Shift Survival Mode

Matt works shifts.  Once a month or so, he works a string of midnight shifts.  Sometimes I wonder if these are harder on me than on him.  I'm used to sleeping in bed with him.  His warm feet to snuggle with; his body weighing on the mattress just so; the comfort of knowing someone else is there if an intruder comes knocking.

All that security is pulled away when he works mids.  Sometimes I wonder if those shifts are harder on me than they are on him.  His internal clock is so used to changing that he becomes an opportunist sleeper. 
I sleep regular hours, but when he works mids, I'm all messed up. 
The bed is too cold to sleep.
Our house creaks when it cools at night.  Most sounds are as loud as someone breaking through a door.  Terrifying when my only protection is a 12 pound kitty.

I've finally figured a way to cope with it.
Build Fire.

Make s'mores and any other special treat I think would make this boring Saturday night feel like an event.

Sleep on couch.
Fall asleep with T.V. to comfort me.

(Even though it still sucks, this is much preferred to when I was still working.  Falling asleep at 3am then getting up at 5:30 was just no fun, no fun.)

Yeah, boo hoo Karen, your life is so tough sometimes.