Mood: :wife:
Today’s paraphrased guest post will be written by Wil Wheaton (no, not really):
“It’s past noon.”
I was woken by the disapproving tone mothers usually reserve for their children. My wife was rummaging through the bedroom for a dress outfit.
I rose up on one elbow. “I haven’t been able to sleep in for the last 2 weeks,” I replied.
“Neither have I.” She redoubled her activity with obvious frustration. I guess Geoffrey had been particularly wearing on her this morning.
I thought for a moment. “What about last Sunday?”
She paused. I continued:
“I had to wake up at 8am because of the support cel phone, but you got to sleep in. I even got Geoffrey up so you didn’t have to.”
“Yes, but you brought him in here to wake me up.” She wasn’t letting this go.
“At eleven. Do you consider that not sleeping in?”
She turned to me. “Fine. I guess you’ve had it worse.” Her venomous tone belied her concession.
The situation needed some humour, but I was still a little punchy from just waking up:
“I win, then.”
“Too bad there are no prizes,” she replied as she stormed out of the room.
Some days I wonder why I’m here.
