Ssshhhhh!
I was so tired last night, I just wanted to sleep. I didn't go to bed early, because my grandson wasn't feeling well. My daughter and I did everything we could to make him feel better. It took him a long time to settle down.
I think it was about 12:30 am before I actually got to bed. I was having the most delightful sleep, deep and relaxing. The kind that replenishes you after a long day. My grandson began fussing again. I jumped out of bed to get him a drink as my daughter was changing his pants. My husband was just coming through the back door from work.
I gave my grandson his cup, and made sure everything was okay with my daughter before going back to bed. I needed to pee, so into the bathroom I went. My husband, charged in right behind me, talking to me as I was going pee. Blah blah blahbidy blah blah....he just wouldn't shut up. After almost twenty seven years of marriage, he knows I don't want to carry on a conversation in the middle of the night. I hissed at him to be quiet, but oh no, he just couldn't do it. More blah blah blah blah blah...I was finished and I needed to wash my hands, but he was standing at the sink, washing it. Washing the sink! At 1:40 am! I asked him why he was washing the bathroom sink at this time of the morning, and he said "Because this is what I do." "Well, can you not wash it now? I have to wash my hands." More blah blah blah.
I finally managed to wash my hands, and crawled into bed. My husband came into our room behind me and he was still talking. By now, I had heard enough. I wanted to go back to sleep but my husband wanted to carry on a full blown discussion about everything. Bills, his dad visiting, our friend in the hospital, our weekend, life in general. My head was spinning.
I was comfortable except for the incessant talking in my ear. Even the pillow on my head didn't stop the noise. My husband had no clue I was contemplating his demise. I would plead insanity and win. I finally had to yell at him to "Shut up!" I don't like doing that, but I had no choice. It was now 2:25 am.
My husband stopped talking and told me he was sorry for keeping me up. I laid there, feeling terrible. Maybe he needed to talk. Maybe he had a bad night, maybe something was wrong. I was about to roll over and ask him if he needed to talk about something when I heard him begin to snore. Hmmm! He wasn't upset or in need of someone to talk to, he just wanted to talk. He was now sleeping soundly, and I was now wide awake! Aaaahhh!
I fell asleep at some point because I remember waking up. My husband was sleeping with his head on my granddaughter's Olaf stuffie. He was sleeping peacefully, and I just wanted to wake him up and start asking him questions. I didn't, but I wanted to.
Today was going to be a busy day. Many errands to do before getting home later in the afternoon. I was still tired and I wanted to crawl back into bed, but that was not going to happen. Oh well, the morning was here, ready or not.
I think it was about 12:30 am before I actually got to bed. I was having the most delightful sleep, deep and relaxing. The kind that replenishes you after a long day. My grandson began fussing again. I jumped out of bed to get him a drink as my daughter was changing his pants. My husband was just coming through the back door from work.
I gave my grandson his cup, and made sure everything was okay with my daughter before going back to bed. I needed to pee, so into the bathroom I went. My husband, charged in right behind me, talking to me as I was going pee. Blah blah blahbidy blah blah....he just wouldn't shut up. After almost twenty seven years of marriage, he knows I don't want to carry on a conversation in the middle of the night. I hissed at him to be quiet, but oh no, he just couldn't do it. More blah blah blah blah blah...I was finished and I needed to wash my hands, but he was standing at the sink, washing it. Washing the sink! At 1:40 am! I asked him why he was washing the bathroom sink at this time of the morning, and he said "Because this is what I do." "Well, can you not wash it now? I have to wash my hands." More blah blah blah.
I finally managed to wash my hands, and crawled into bed. My husband came into our room behind me and he was still talking. By now, I had heard enough. I wanted to go back to sleep but my husband wanted to carry on a full blown discussion about everything. Bills, his dad visiting, our friend in the hospital, our weekend, life in general. My head was spinning.
I was comfortable except for the incessant talking in my ear. Even the pillow on my head didn't stop the noise. My husband had no clue I was contemplating his demise. I would plead insanity and win. I finally had to yell at him to "Shut up!" I don't like doing that, but I had no choice. It was now 2:25 am.
My husband stopped talking and told me he was sorry for keeping me up. I laid there, feeling terrible. Maybe he needed to talk. Maybe he had a bad night, maybe something was wrong. I was about to roll over and ask him if he needed to talk about something when I heard him begin to snore. Hmmm! He wasn't upset or in need of someone to talk to, he just wanted to talk. He was now sleeping soundly, and I was now wide awake! Aaaahhh!
I fell asleep at some point because I remember waking up. My husband was sleeping with his head on my granddaughter's Olaf stuffie. He was sleeping peacefully, and I just wanted to wake him up and start asking him questions. I didn't, but I wanted to.
Today was going to be a busy day. Many errands to do before getting home later in the afternoon. I was still tired and I wanted to crawl back into bed, but that was not going to happen. Oh well, the morning was here, ready or not.
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