Last night was the ultimate battle. If we were to commemorate it with a catch phrase, I would call it: THE SNEAK ATTACK.
But seriously, let me set this up for you:
It's around 1:30 a.m. I am SLEEPING. We have a space heater and an electric blanket in our room to keep us extra warm, since most of our bedroom walls are outer walls. ANYWAY, I'm sleeping. I wake up to this.
H: "I'm ROAASSTTTING!"
Me: "Mhmmm...."
Cue H getting up out of bed. Stomping around the bed to the electric blanket. Snapping it off and snapping at me:
H: "YOU forgot to turn off the blanket!!! AND you're hot too! You're sleeping on top of the covers!! In a bathrobe!"
Then he remembered that I turned the house heat up to 68 right before I went to bed -- as previously discussed -- an unGodly temperature in this household :)
In the midst of tossing and turning, I slipped out to turn the heat back down. I know when I am losing. . .
Me: <awake-ish and a little annoyed> "I did NOT know that there were rules about who turns the blanket off. Now, I am wide-awake!!!"
Grumbles from both of us.
Cue both of us tossing and turning for the next hour.
However, he made me a waffle this morning. TRUCE. I'm over it :)
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