It was 4:30am before I finally got to sleep last night. Mike, was snoring the second his head hit the pillow.
I tossed.
I turned.
I rolled over.
I sat up.
I laid down.
I went in the bathroom and paced and talked to myself.
I went back to bed.
Repeated all of the above - twice.
So the alarm went off at 6:30 (its on Mike's side of the bed). He turned it off. I was semi-awake. Then he shook me and said, "The alarm went off are you going to get up?" WHAT? Why can't HE get up? Are his legs broken? Am I the only adult in this house with enough intelligence to get up and get kids off to school? It isn't rocket science. This morning I wouldn't even care if they matched or not. Heck, I'm the one who got them ready and I have no clue what they are wearing.
I just want to go back to bed and I can't. I have to get in the shower and get ready why his majesty sleeps until 5 minutes before time to leave and jumps into his clothes than gets mad at me because I'm not ready yet.
You know why he does that? I'll tell you why. It's because he is a big fat meany poo poo head! So THERE!
I guess I need to pry a couple furgirls out of my lap so I can go get busy.
Lord I hope this day is good.