Friday, August 26, 2011

Tired.

I have learned that there are some things about marriage that I could totally do without.

Those items include: a toilet seat that stays up no matter how much you beg and plead for it to be put down; finding underwear behind the bathroom door {Really?! My brothers were so much cleaner!}; and the whole sleep situation.

I'm not kidding when I say that I learned last night why old people sleep in separate bedrooms.

This saying is the darn truth today. Pretty sure I have about a pound of concealer under my eyes:


Let me preface this by saying that I sleep like a ROCK. Haven't always, but when there are four kids in your house growing up, then you move to college and your dorm room is convienently located next door to the communal bathroom...you learn to sleep through things. And this is gross, but I have an iron bladder, which I totally credit to my Dad (hi, Dad!) never wanting to stop on long road trips. So, in less words, I don't have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom.

Brandon on the other hand? I tease him that he has old lady sleep habits. WHICH IS TRUE. If you so much as roll over, Brandon will wake up in the middle of the night. And will stay awake for long periods of time. And has the opposite of an iron bladder.

Well last night, I was the one with old lady sleep habits. Homeboy rolled over no less than 456 times, snored, radiated heat like it was his job, stole the covers and got up about three times to go to the restroom. And on one of those trips, dropped Ibuproufen all over the tile floor. And I was awake for all of it.

Pretty sure I got about three hours {total} of sleep last night. And I am exhausted. Sorry for the pity party. But this is no fun. I need a nap.

Here's to making it through the rest of the day.

TGIF!

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