I woke up before my alarm this morning thinking it was Saturday. Warm, comfortable and completely content I smiled to myself for a few seconds, wanting to really soak in how relaxed and content I was.
Until I realized that it's FRIDAY.
So I fell back asleep - determined to enjoy however many minutes of shut-eye I had left.
Then when my alarm finally did go off? I was in such a slumber I thought it was Russ', so I swung my arm over (don't worry, there wasn't a ton of force) and elbowed my poor, sleeping husband in the forehead. If that isn't a bad wake up call, I don't know what is.
Honestly though? He somewhat deserves it. His elbow has made quite the landings on my face throughout the last couple of years.
Maybe now that he's had a taste of his own medicine he'll see how unpleasant it is and never do it again? (yeah...I'll keep telling myself that. Until the next elbow-to-face-in-the-middle-of-the-night-incident occurs again)
photo taken off the back deck of our porch