I’ve always made fun of Darling Husband for leaving a “path of destruction” throughout our condo.
If he’s been home, I can literally enter a room and say, “Oh … Darling Husband, I see you re-heated some pizza,” (baggie on counter, dirty plate on counter, used fork on different counter) “walked over to the fridge, got a drink of Coke,” (empty glass on counter, bottle not put back in fridge) “opened the mail,” (paystubs and bills scattered) “emptied your lunchbag,” (dirty plastic containers everywhere) “and then left the room … oh, and then you went into the living room to watch TV” (couch cushions are all askew, remote is wedged between the cushions).
Even though messes make me twitchy, it’s kind of hilarious.
And by “Hilarious” I mean “Amusing … but clean it up nowwwww, please!”
This morning, Darling Husband got up with our darling monster at his
new improved new painful wake-up time of 7:15 a.m., and let me sleep in. I would add “for the first time in weeks, because he’s always working so I am stuck with the 7:15 a.m. wake-ups” here, but I’m not a martyr. Nope.
Anyway, 10 a.m. rolled around, he put Baby Boy down for a nap, and then crawled in bed himself. I was awake by then, and got up for the day. I could immediately see every step of what I’d missed by sleeping in …
But you know what? I’ll take a little “path of destruction” any day, if it means I get three extra hours of sleep.