Monday, Monday...why aren't we friends? All the other days are very nice to me, but you---you wear me out! No matter what time I try to go to sleep on Sunday nite, I always find it hard to fall asleep. So, at 1:45am, I'm doing the "ok, if I fall asleep right now and get up at 6:45 instead of 6:30, and not shave my legs, and dry my hair but don't fix it, I'll get 5 hours of sleep". At 2:45, after beating my pillow into submission for the 36th time, I'm praying that God will give me quality, if not quantity, sleep. DEEP SLEEP for 4 hrs. At 3:15, praying has turned into no bones about it cursing and mental screeeaming!!! What is wrong with me...why can't I turn it off and go to sleep? I mean, look at Mike...he has been asleep for almost 6 hours now and is oblivious to my silent struggle. Wait...look at Mike...Mike is sleeping with his mouth wide open and there is a noise coming from it that just might take the roof off of our house. Now, I've really noticed the snoring and there's no way in hell I'm getting to sleep. Aw, forget it...let's go see who signed in on my blog!
***By the way, he "claims" that I also have on occasion been known to saw some logs...but it just lulls him to sleep! *&^%%*
2 comments:
Oh you know you saw those logs. The sleep wouldn't have anything to do with the long Sunday nap would it.
Love you.
The snoring at my house is pretty bad these days as well. When we were first married, I gave a gentle shoulder push and asked nicely for him to turn over. Now (10 years later) I thrash my body as hard as I can to shake the bed violently (hoping to knock him out), but keep him from complaining of any true physical harm.
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