No matter how little sleep Monsieur Henry got the night before...
No matter how quickly Darr prepares for work in the morning...
No matter how quietly I sneak out of bed to grab some breakfast...
Henry inevitably wakes up fifteen to twenty minutes after the front door closes and it's just the two of us and I've got as close to zero me-time as you can get. This makes for one VERY crabby wife. Just ask my husband. Poor guy had to listen as I imploded last night when, nearing eleven o'clock, our guy was no closer to bed than he was three hours earlier. THREE HOURS EARLIER. My response was to drive with baby to Tigard to return the bottles and cans that have been stacking up in our parking spot downstairs. While this journey did little to bring Henry closer to sleep, he did earn $2.65 for his piggy bank. And he learned it is literally never too late to recycle.
2 comments:
Ugh. No me time would make me crazy, too! But it is good to teach that it is literally never too late to recycle. :)
Yeah, since I've been off of work the me time has suddenly vanished. Yesterday was so bad I thought about getting a summer job - just so I could get some me time!
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