I am not going to list my gratitude entries every day because it could get quite boring. I am always going to be grateful for husband and daughter as #1 and #2, not necessarily in that order, depending on who whines at me the least that day. OK, my husband doesn't really whine. I whine at him, but it all depends on how he handles the situation. If he rolls his eyes...#2. If he pours me a glass of wine...#1.
However, one of my gratitude entries today was "A Good Night Sleep," and this refers to last night:
Husband had to wake really early to get to a meeting, and lately I have been complaining about his alarm clock, which is his cell phone that vibrates by registering 7.0 on the Richter scale. See, the thing is, this does not even wake him up. (I won't go into the nights when I was waking to a crying baby 5-22 times/night and he would wake up the next day and say, "did the baby wake last night?" Because I am totally over that. Really).
Back to his alarm clock...it usually takes me about 2-6000 pokes in his puffy shoulder for him to realize that the whole bed is shaking and I am hanging from the ceiling. He grabs the cell phone, and like any good husband, pushes snooze.
Oh dear God, this happens at least 3 times.
I also have to mention that our 2 cats stick to him like glue. They have given up on me since they have witnessed the bringing home of the loud extra animal that keeps growing and now has learned to tug on their tails. These 2 cats love to sleep by husband's head no matter what the price...even if it means shaping themselves into an unnatural S, or shoving out the person that is undoubtedly responsible for the loud extra animal that chases tails.
That would be me.
Sleeping has been a little awkward lately.
SO! The brilliant husband offered to sleep on the couch last night, which is where I usually end up by 2 am anyway. I begged and pleaded for him to come to bed, in a very unauthentic way, because I finally ascended the stairs alone and fell into a mass of tangled down and cotton, just the way I like it.
And I slept. Perfectly.
Tonight we will share a bed again. One night was all I needed. I missed his puffy shoulders and since tomorrow is Saturday, I will not have to worry about any 5 am earthquakes.
It was a wonderful gift he gave me though.
And that, my friends, is one good man.
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puffy?
loved this post. audient has the same 7.0 Richter scale alarm on his cellphone. Actually, it's more like having one's ear pressed up against a fire engine at full siren. it means so very much to me that he spent an extra night in columbus last night but that siren at 4 this morning? not so enjoyable.
the cats are unnaturally attracted to audient because he leaves the bedroom door open and allows them to curl into the blankets in my absence.
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