- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
..after yesterday’s great toilet paper rescue, it’s kind of hard to believe this is even the same man…but, whatever. It’s a creepy time of year, we’re both fighting some kind of bug, we’re generally grumpy and it’s only Wednesday…god help us.
Last night, just as I’m falling alseep, he flounces out of bed like his ass is on fire, wakes up the dogs, scares me, tears out of the room like a dervish and slams the door…..I of course, am totally awake now, so I follow him to make sure everything is all right…when I finally find him he’s like, “Oh, did I wake you? Sorry, I just can’t sleep.”
Can’t sleep, huh? Awesome…I guess I’ll just go lay in bed for a while and wait for the adrenaline to work it’s way through my system….weaner
So, after five years of sleeping next to this man, the fact is that I can’t sleep without him, so it was a lousy night and I was not about to go pass an evening on the couch when I have a delicious bed in my home…empty or not. Instead of my alarm clock, I am woken by the jarring cries of my cat, who has gotten stuck on the side of the bed and is hanging from it…I rescue her and realize it’s time to start the day.
I finally catch sight of my husband, who is apparently SO exhausted…that…he…talks…like….this….he’s…just….so…tired….that…forming…words….into…sentences…is…….hard
After I ask William Shatner how he’s feeling and he manages to tell me in under thirty minutes that he’s tired (NO SHIT!) and has to go to the doctor….I stand there for a minute and start hating him because by the time he gets to the doctor and home, I’ll have been at work for two hours and can look forward to yet another six fun filled hours of interesting office things and convalescing co-workers that I cover for….
As he was standing in the shower, barely mustering the strength to wash his hair….I seriously contemplated flushing the toilet…but that’s too juvenile…I say, “Goodbye, talk to you later.”
I get almost out the door and I hear, just barely