Love hurts

Going to sleep has always been pretty simple for me. I lie on my back, close my eyes and go to sleep, lucky me I know. Recently we've been taking advantage of the school holidays and sleeping a little later than usual, all that ends next week!
Because of the later start I can't fit in a few minutes of meditation so I decided, after reading the latest Reiki News, to meditate while falling asleep.
It's a simple Reiki meditation, and I started on Monday night, Very nice. Tuesday night, still nice and "Hello", Amber (the cat) decided to join me.
Last night, well, I won't call her the cat from hell but boy, did she disrupt my sleep. You see, Amber just loves the whole Reiki experience - ask Caroline - and it really enhances her love for her human companions.
Last night, falling softly into sleep, just at that drifting stage when the purring began. You know how cats can land without even the lightest of movement, there she was, totally in love. First purring next to my face, so I gently tucked her under the top blanket. No good, "I must be next to the one I love so much" so out she came, landing on Rowland's side of the bed, climbing over his body and coming down, paws first on my stomach. When a cat does that to your tender belly it feels like a punch from Iron Mike, really sore.
At that stage the grandfather clock struck midnight, I counted the gongs and then the crazy neigbour with a vuvazella decided to celebrate Spain's victory. Ho hum.
Amber settled, I started to drift away when the love of my life decided to turn over. This is no skinny malinky person, he's a man -sized man and as that arm landed on my already tender tum I realised I was trapped between a gazillion decibels of purring and so much love.
That fool with the vuvu is still awake, surely his lips hurt after four weeks and Amber is wedged up against my right side.
I get cramp in my foot! it really hurts but if I leap out of bed as I'd like I'll disturb my companions, let sleeping cats (and husbands) lie. But now, I need the bathroom, the clock chimes 12.15 and as my bare feet hit the tiles I realize I'm actually walking on a glacier and my toes will likely fall off before I get back to bed.
I sneak under the covers - good lord, when will that vuvazela fool go to bed?, squish my pillows, close my eyes and go to sleep.
So what do I do tonight?