I normally love my husband very much... But, at the un-Godly hour of 5:24 AM, I kind of hate him at the moment...
Yesterday, we had a really great day. Kind of lazy, with the added touch of pizza out, followed by dessert. It was awesome. Well, after a long day, and knowing that I needed to get up to prepare for my first official, by myself, day as the Office Manager, I went to bed. He was busy doing something downstairs that involved the airplane and told me that he would be to bed shortly... This was at approx. midnight...
For those of you who don't know, our bedroom is a loft that is open to the downstairs...
At around 4:30ish, I woke up to the sound of something scraping on crinkly metal and the smell of contact cement. I could not go back to sleep. I went downstairs at some point, in my sleep induced haze, to get a glass of water and kind of glared at him... I think...
While I've been typing this, in his sleep deprived state, he proceeded to get mad at me for zeroing in on a problem in one of the difficult side panels when he tried to show it to me. Whatever. I can tell it is going to be an AWESOME day...
2 comments:
I typically only get 3-5 hours a night, and Taylor woke me up this morning when I'd only had 3 nightmare-filled hours. I too am feeling the same way...it's going to be an awesome day...grr
So that's why you were IM'ing me early this morning. I'm sorry that you are going to have a bad day. On the bright side, my little boy is 7 today!!
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