Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sadly, you have to ask
Men aren't mind-readers. I know this. But still, you would think after a year and several months that my husband would have offered at some point to take care of Emma in the morning so I could sleep late. Nope, not once. OK, maybe once a long time ago. But my memory is vague so obviously I wasn't impressed. So seven days a week I'm the one to get up with Emma while he lays about 30 or 40 minutes longer. Sound fair? Yeah. So this week I asked him to get up with Emma on Saturday mornings. He has to work Saturdays anyway so it's not like he's missing a big chance to sleep forever. If I can stay in bed till 8:00 a.m. I feel like I've enjoyed a major indulgence. Yay for Saturdays!
Written at 8:15 PM by Highlandgal.
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