I'm crabby in the morning, to put it mildly.
This is the first day that I haven't had to get the kids up for school. My husband works night shift. He came home this morning, watched a little TV, then came into the bedroom and said, "You'll never believe what time it is." I answered, "Okay. What time is it." He said, "It's 8:45! I let you sleep in!" He got into bed. I gave him back his pillow, which I'd been sleeping on all night, and rolled over for a quick snooze before getting up. He began to snore as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Ooh. Isn't he great. He "let" me sleep in, although there was absolutely no reason for me to get up with the chickens today. Should I give him a medal or something?
That's it. Great, exciting, romantic mornings at the Conn household.
St. Ann