I’m On The War Path

I am the type of person that NEEDS 7 to 8 hours of sleep every night. If for some reason I cannot acquire this much needed rest each night from dealing with hubby and MONK I am in one foul mood the next day. From lack of sleep I am sufficiently able to say I will be cranky beyond reasonable redemption, I will lash out more than usual which is to say A LOT, and usually my allergies are so bad that I need to stuff Kleenex up my nose. Just picture the Tasmanian Devil and you get the idea.

Last night hubby woke me up several times. He even had the audacity to get up in the middle of the night and mutter that he forgot to do something and banged around the house a few minutes then came back to bed. Needless to say I did not receive my beauty rest and therefore some atrocious monster with a deplorable attitude has taken my place.

You would think my behavior would make most that have any brains run for cover, but not hubby. Oh, no. He ignores my erratic behavior and only scoffs when he hears that he woke me up several times last night. He thinks that his behavior is warranted and that I must be a light sleeper. He gives me his all-knowing assessing look and tells me I must be PMSing. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. How I wish I had a riding lawn mower and could run over him a few times!