So K has been waking up earlier and earlier every morning – around 5:50 is now her norm. Considering I have almost zero sleep with the newborn, this is beyond unacceptable. I was complaining about my current woes to my neighbor, who sympathized entirely, as her daughter was also waking at an earlier hour thanks to the Spring sun. She mentioned that in effort to try and coerce her daughter to sleep longer, she bought black out curtains, and voila, her daughter is now sleeping in later.
Being the awesome wife I am, my husband was then forced to spend his Father’s Day out looking for curtains and rods. Here in the household, it is rule that my husband be in charge of all the interior-designy things. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body, so I have absolutely nothing to contribute when it comes to making a home feel ‘warm’, ‘cozy’ or whatever other word realtors might use to try and sell a place. The following exchange took place while he tried to include me in the decision of curtain color – a cute and thoughtful gesture, which quickly unraveled. Please excuse misspellings and grammatical errors, I was typing one handed.
Happy Father’s Day to you dads. Even the ones who drive us wives crazy with your indecision.
I don’t know why I decided to blog about this, but I did.