Surprise! My WTF Wednesday is directed at my own house.
First at Hubby.
What? (He doesn’t read this blog so he’s not even going to know I’m doing it. Judge me if you want. I’m rubber you’re glue it bounces off me and sticks to you.)
When I say we’re going to bed, why do you get up and get your snack?
W.T.F? Don’t you know you’re hungry before then? Or is there something magical in the words we’re going to bed that instantly make you hungry?
I’m not like you, I can’t fall asleep in the blink of an eye. And you coming to bed a half hour later than Sampson, Delilah and I do is disruptive.
It means everyone shifts positions and if I’ve been lucky enough to fall asleep BEFORE you come in, then I’m woken up and have to get the dogs comfortable again.
Maybe I just have to tell you I’m going to bed a half hour before I’m actually ready.
Yeah, that’s it. That might remedy the situation.
AND Delilah, you didn’t think you were going to get out of this post did you?
Listen, a lot of dogs don’t even have a pillow on the floor, nevermind a sleep comfort bed. Just because you didn’t get your spot on the bottom of the bed last night does not give you the right to sit at the end of the bed and bark until someone moves!
How many times have you heard me say I can’t sleep or seen me get up in the middle of the night and move into the other room?
Really Delilah, I think just once you could have sucked it up and slept up near the head of the bed.
Besides you know Sampson is going to get off the bed within an hour or two.
Is it too much to ask for consideration from your fellow bed mates?
Tomorrow you will be returned to your regularly scheduled blog post.