I took a 2 hour nap today when I came home from work, like I did yesterday.
He woke me up around 7 telling me that he wasn't going to make dinner unless I stood up and stopped sleeping.
Jerk, I had to BE AT WORK at 7 this morning...you weren't even awake until 7:20 so shuuuuut up.
If I'm tired, I'm taking a damn nap.
I make dinner 80% of the time anyway, so I think I deserve a night off.
I drank soda with my dinner though so now I'm not tired and I know I'm going to have a hard time falling asleep.
Especially because I'm going to lay down with the TV off and just start falling asleep when he's just getting out of the shower, putting clothes on hangers and then in the closet, turning on the tv, getting a glass of water to drink before bed, and then taking all the covers away from me before finally getting settled in bed.
It's really the same routine every night.
I still haven't been able to convince him that I deserve to sleep with the TV off.
He can't sleep with the TV off but I can't sleep with the TV on.
It's the same situation, but for some reason he always wins.
FML.


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