In the last eight hours…
1. Sometimes, even though the ocean breezes have perfectly cooled your bedroom, you will wake up at 11:50pm completely dripping in sweat thus being forced to take your pajama pants off and sleep with your legs touching. Gross.
2. It is a very sad day when you wake up at 5:50 in the morning starving for your daily bowl of Special K Protein Plus only to realize your husband drank the last of the milk the night before. Sweet lord, the tears.
3. While still daydreaming about milk, your husband reads an email to you from his workplace stating there are Dunkin Donuts in the break room. Unfortunately, your husband’s office is in Chicago. 2026 miles away. Sometimes, although very rarely, working remotely can suck. Like right now.
EmilyMay 26, 2006 at 11:16 am
If you worked in that Chicago office (or perhaps my little office here in Virginia), you might have eaten one of those donuts this morning and then felt the sting of guilt as you washed it down with a Coke.
And I’m going to be responsible for what my kids eventually eat? This is bad news.
ms. sizzleMay 26, 2006 at 11:28 am
the last of the milk? bad hubs! :)
what’s with the issue of legs touching in sleep? is that not good in your book?
linMay 26, 2006 at 2:56 pm
Always good to read that someone else has a thing about legs touching without benefit of cotton. Even I wonder to myself, “What the hell is your problem.”
Jurgen NationMay 27, 2006 at 2:53 pm
Ahhh, yes. The Milk Predicament. I think the fact that I’m lactose intolerant and can’t drink normal milk has saved our relationship. Having two different kinds, we only have ourselves to blame if we’re out of it. Of course, when he *is* out of it, he’ll steal my Lactaid. I, on the other hand, cannot steal his.
I hate boys.
Mommy off the RecordMay 27, 2006 at 11:16 pm
Waking up to an empty milk carton is the absolute WORST!
(Found your blog from Reluctant Housewife. I see you are a fellow Californian–cool–I’m up north.)
don't call me ma'amMay 28, 2006 at 1:31 pm
My husband, having done the very same thing many, many times, has finally learned that he will hauling HIS ass to the grocery store at 6am if there is no milk left. :-)
Ick…. legs touching while sleeping is exacerbated by the state of pregnancy. I carried my babies so low that my very large, swollen belly also touched the top part of my thighs. Skin on skin. Arrrgggh! I feel for you!!