Last night, or more specifically, early, early this morning, I had the wonderful experience of waking to claws scoring their way down my back. Turns out that Lola wasn’t content with letting my keep my 8 inches of the mattress and wanted more space. So I moved her accordingly and took back my 8 inch area of bed space. Problem is, I can’t push her to Ben’s side, because he has an even harder time getting back to sleep than I do. So I sucked it up for 90 mins, and let the bitch (technical term - I can’t get in trouble here) sleep on my side of the bed and poking holes in my bubble of sleep.
I totally woke up on the wrong, small side of the bed. At one point, I considered sleeping on the floor because I had an extra blanket and spare pillow right there. Not for any reason other than I get really cold at night, and with the dogs sleeping with us, I tend to be the one that loses my covers.
When I took the kids for a walk, I jerked them around a little harder than I should have, I walked a little slower than I usually do, and didn’t smile at ANYONE that we met on the way. Back at the house, I tossed them (figuratively) into the bedroom and stormed out, ready to plant the bulbs that Ben’s mom got us last spring (ready to burst out of their little plastic pots and me into tears).
Ben called me back into the bedroom, and asked me what was wrong. I went into my whole spiel about how much I hate dogs and don’t want them to sleep in the bed anymore and have an elaborate plan to get the ginormous kennel into our bedroom so that they don’t have to sleep in the living room and don’t really hate our dogs but actually love them so much but really need my sleep otherwise I get a little bit crazy and I don’t want to start off married life in a mental hospital and really really love sleep almost as much as I love scalding hot showers. Which I could use right now.
I laid on the bed next to him and let out a big sigh. He gave me a hug and kiss and told me that today can only get better. I asked why. And he said “Happy two year anniversary.”
He was right. It hasn’t been a bad day since. I love him.
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