So, I worked until nearly 6 a.m., and when I got home I went directly to bed. I finally fell asleep about 7 a.m. At 7:17 I was awakened by my husband asking what time I wanted to get up, he was setting the alarm for me. I was unable to answer due to already having been in a deep sleep. He answered for me: “12 noon.” That woke me up. I told him that was too early. That I had just worked 8 hours after being up all day yesterday, and that he should set it no earlier than 2 pm. I went back to sleep.
I woke up again at 7:50 because he was too noisy in the bathroom, which is right next to the bedroom. Something told me to check the alarm. He didn’t change it. I stayed there thinking a minute, wondering if he forgot to set it, or did he just think I didn’t need much sleep? I changed it to 2 pm.
When he came out of the bathroom I told him, “You didn’t change the alarm.” He said “No.” I said “Well, I need more sleep than that.” “What time then?” he asked. “I already changed it” I told him. “To what time?” he wanted to know. “Two” I said. I couldn’t believe what happened next. He looked incredulous and said rather rudely, “YOU HAVE TO GO PICK UP SARA FROM SCHOOL.” Well, I knew that. But not at NOON!!!! She doesn’t get out until 3:45, so I told him that was plenty of time.
The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. Did he really think that I could stay up for 22 hours, work 8 of those, sleep only 5 hours 4 hours by this time, and then pick up Sara, cook supper, do things around the house, and go back to work for another 8 hours… and survive? I finally said “I DO need more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep per day. You do. So do I.”
It’s 10:40 a.m. right now. So what am I doing up? An urgent phonecall from one of my clients. I had to get up and change the phone numbers on his site immediately. At least he was nice about it.
Goodnight (day).
9:07 p.m. UPDATE: I had just enough sleep to piss me off. Now it’s time to go back to work. Sometimes I’m so tired that it makes me very emotional and everything makes me cry… everything… like losing the lid to the mayonnaise jar. When I get home in the morning, I think I’ll go to sleep in my daughter’s more quiet room.
Well, that bites.
Ummmmmmm…Mac & I need to confess. We got to your husband. We knew if anything were to get you to write a real post, you needed some inspiration. And what better inspiration than a spouse that’s driving you crazy?
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YES it bites a big one.
Skye, it worked, congrats.
SkyE, ssshhhhhh, dont teeeellll heeer!
I find that hard to believe. Knowing Mike if you didn’t give him name, rank and serial number he’d say FU and slam the phone down. They’re lying Mel. It was really me that got to Mike.
My goodness Diane, you know Mike almost as well as you know your own husband, lol.
When I get home in the morning, I think I’ll go to sleep in my daughter’s more quiet room
Ha, I don’t think so. I’d go to a hotel and use his card.
The problem with that is, his money is my money, ya know?