Poor husband went out with his friends after Thanksgiving dinner last night. Poor, poor husband drank too much and got home sometime after 3 a.m. Rough, huh?
Thing is, before he went out, he promised he'd go shopping with me this morning. It's actually something we both have enjoyed doing for years - looking through ads and planning our Black Friday super duper deal shopping. Getting up early, rushing out to find those unbelievable bargains before someone else snatches them up. Ah, the thrill of the kill.
So this morning, when poor husband was groggy and foggy, I insisted that he keep his promise (although he wants to make sure no one thinks I tell him what to do, so for the record, he totally made his own decision. Like anyone would think I could make him do anything. Bah). He grumbled and mumbled and grouched and slouched, but Monsoon and I had tons of fun anyway. In fact, the two of us spent a good hour in ToysRUs while husband napped in the freezing car. He seemed fairly comfy.
By lunch time, he was almost awake. It only took 3 cups of coffee and a 20oz mountain dew. Looking back, I should probably not have had as much caffeine as him throughout the day. I'm wired at 10 p.m.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?