Multiple times during the week, now, I am woken by some sort of tragic event going on in my bed. Sometimes it’s my husband spreading out like the entire California King is needed to fan all of his parts – pushing me to the small edge on my side of the bed. Other times he is punching me in the back as he flops from one side to the next. Last night, it was the covers. Around 3:15 AM, he – for some reason, in his sleep – pulled the entire comforter off of me and bunched it up in front of him, leaving me to freeze.
As I lay there, angry and desperately trying to get back to sleep, I composed a blog all about husbands in my head.
Top 6 Reasons Your Hubs
Ain’t All That
#6 Home Becomes Work Becomes Home
Perhaps it is a sign of…
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