The other day, Hubby asked me if I write about him on my blog. I replied, "No, not really. I've mentioned you once or twice, but that's about it."
So... sorry honey, but in my defence, I didn't write this, I'm just quoting it.
For the past week, I haven't slept. Here's my routine. We get into bed. I give a sigh of relief, "Thank God I made it through another -"
And then the fiance is snoring.
I'm not sure what annoys me more. The fact that he can fall asleep in 12 seconds or the fact that as soon as he falls asleep he's snoring. Either way, I want to hurt him.
I've tried to be nice, you know, hitting him on his back as opposed to slapping him in the face. I've begged him - "Please dear god, let me fall asleep first."
I've made him do the nasal spray thing and I swear, I. am. this. close. to. buying. him. those. hideous. nose. strips. But I'm not that cruel. Not yet anyway.
In Hubby's defence, he's not a constant snorer, but I'm a light sleeper, and I've been sick this week, making sleep ever so much more elusive.
*sigh* I'm starting to understand how Sween's Lovely Wife must feel.
(But I still love my Hubby - he's a gem to put up with me!)