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Okay, I’m just jealous. When I throw the pillow at Mike and he doesn’t wake up or even stir, when I shove him and he finally – after several knocks to the ribs – lifts his head confused and groggy and really, honestly doesn’t know what’s going on because he has fallen back asleep effortlessly, was never truly awake in the first place, when I have to tell him "Move! I have to put the baby down again." I’m ticked. I’m exhausted. But really, I’m just jealous.
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That a**hole. I hate people who can sleep like that. My ex's spirit-name would be He Who Sleeps Through Loud Scary Noises. Mine would be She Who Awakens When the Dog Blinks.
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