For the sake of my husband, I must aplogize and clarify that I do not think my husband is a jerk. My reference in my earlier blog "The Morning" was to reinforce my unwillingness to wake up earlier than was absolutely necessary. Perhaps a little background information is required here.
Matt is one of those people who wakes before the alarm clock goes off and rises immediately. From the moment that his feet hit the floor he is ready for the day to begin. He's all too happy to have lights blazing and start a conversation with anyone who also happens to be awake.
Unfortunately, that person is me. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband dearly. He has many fine qualities and his morning disposition would be considered highly desirable by most. However, I am of the breed that takes a little more time to get my chipper on. Where he wakes before the alarm, I'm more likely to press snooze multiple times. In fact, I've been known to walk fully across the bedroom, turn the alarm clock off and return to bed, never remembering that any such thing occurred. While my husband is ready to start the day right away, I require time to adjust. I require time, quiet and darkness. Yes, these are all the elements that were present while I was sleeping, but I need each to stick with me for a bit longer until I'm ready to face the day.
So, when the light from the bathroom trespasses my eyelids before I've even had the chance to hit the snooze button, I bury myself under my pillows and blankets looking for reprieve and mentally curse the person who would cause me such distress, even if it's the one person I love most in the world.
I must also retract my statement about Matt not telling me goodbye before he left for work. He says that he kissed me on the head and told me goodbye. Evidently, I really did sleep that extra three minutes.
Love you, honey!
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