I feel cranky and irritable and not very nice.
It's because I haven't gotten enough sleep the last few days. I'm a night owl by nature so I'm used to operating on minimal sleep - what's killing me is interrupted sleep. Which actually feels worse than no sleep at all.
And it's all my husband's fault.
That boy is the lightest sleeper on the planet. Once he goes to bed he develops this weird super sonic hearing and any little thing will wake him up. I swear, breathing too hard could do it. Once I was in the living room and I mistakenly unfolded a bag of chips. That was actually a mistake for a lot of reasons but I digress...He stumbles in about 2 seconds after I touch the bag, "What are you doing? What's all that racket?" And I promise you, this was not some special extra noisy bag - those weren't on sale - this was just a regular bag of chips. A regular bag of chips That. Woke. Him. Up.
So you can imagine how much fun I have sneaking into the room to go to bed. For a normal person, maybe it isn't so hard but I have the loudest walk. Like 10,000 elephants stampeding loud. I walk hard and heavy. And not quietly.
It's also super fun when we have storms at night. Guess who is up all night tossing and turning? All. Night. Long.
I, on the other hand, can sleep through just about anything. Sirens, trains, storms, a semi blowing through the living room - I'm out. You'll have to tell me about it in the morning.
You know what will wake me up though? FLOPPING AROUND!
So I'm in desperate need of a nap.
And an attitude adjustment.
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