I've mentioned before that the husband and I are pretty much polar opposites. We have a lot of opposite tendencies. For example, he would rather simultaneously cook and clean so that after eating dinner there are only a few more dishes left to wash. I hold the mentality that it is less work if I do all the dishes all at once and he would rather do them a little at a time. The same is true with the housework. I would rather spend one day cleaning the entire house, while the husband prefers to do a little each day. We clearly have a different way of looking at things.
And it doesn't just stop with the housework. It is particularly true with sleep. The husband is one of those people that can live off of only a few hours of sleep each night. He actually prefers to get up early so that he doesn't miss out on any part of the day. I of course have a different view point. I love my sleep. I could sleep until 11 or 12 everyday if given the opportunity. And actually, when we met in college I did sleep in until 11 or 12 whenever I could.
I always knew the husband was a morning person. He had no problem telling me that he thought I slept too much. Really, can there be such a thing?? And then he made it one of his missions to 'help' me out. When we were still dating, he would call me on the weekends to get me up and going. It started with a sweet "Hey babe, where are you? When are you coming over?" call at 10 or so. I would get out of bed feeling all loved and ooey inside. It wasn't long before he was calling me earlier and earlier and the conversation was less mushy gushy and more "When are you getting out of bed? It's already 8." I wasn't enjoying this transition into an earlier and earlier morning.
But I did eventually get to the point where I would be up and about at 8 or so on my own. And then we got married. And then it got worse. As I've said, the husband likes to get up early everyday. And by early I mean 5:30. 5:30!!! Even on Saturdays and Sundays! He now marches into the bedroom anywhere between 7 and 8 (usually 7) touting "Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Bakey!" I am unclear about the meaning of this, because we never have bacon in the house and we don't usually eat eggs in the morning. When asked he just replied that it's a morning food and it rhymes. Such a guy. After rousing me with his morning rhyme, he informs me that I, since I am so good at making coffee, should play barrista and make some coffee for us. Since I want coffee too, I oblige. And most of the time I don't mind.
There are those mornings, however, when he isn't so sweet at waking me up. As I've said before, I am not a morning person. I do not wake up easily and when I first wake up I need some time to actually get out of bed and get going. I am grumpy too. Very grumpy. (see below)
As if this weren't torturous enough, he also terrorizes me as we go to bed. All I want to do by the time 9pm rolls around is go to sleep. Since I now wake up around 7, 9pm is a perfectly acceptable time to go to bed. In my mind, at least. According to the husband, 9 is way too early. So what does he do? When we get in bed he does everything he can to keep me awake.
He will sometimes run up the stairs only to turn around and jump out at me to scare me. Then, when I'm not scared because of how often this happens, he runs into the bedroom and pounces on the bed like a panther. He cirlces on his hands and knees and hisses at me. If I try to get in bed, he instantly jumps on me and starts tickling, or wresting with me or biting me. Love bites he calls it. All the while I'm whining at him to "Stop babe. Pleeeease. I just want to go to sleep. I'm tiiiiiired!" Which he only finds more amusing. And if I crack a smile at all, even in the least, he takes it as a challenge. He keeps at it until I finally get really mad and then he finally gets really mad. I can tell when he's mad because he always turns away from me to lay on his side.
And then I feel bad. I mean, he was just playing around afterall. So I cuddle up to him and mock him for being mad. At which point he turns back towards me and starts at it again. Oy! Clearly, I can't win.
So not only do I deal with him waking me up early, I also deal with him keeping me up at night. And in the morning when I complain that I'm tired he still claims it's because I sleep too much. I'm still not convinced that there is such a thing.
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