or ... my husband is a saint.
I slept in this morning. I let Joe get up with Brandt (at 5am) and I slept until 7:30. Then I went back to bed for another 20 minutes or so and just laid there. Then I got up to pour a cup of coffee and toast a bagel and realized I felt pretty crappy so I decided to lay back down again. When I finally got up to eat my bagel and drink my coffee, I proceeded to spend most of the morning on the couch while Brandt played all around me. And while Joe cleaned the kitchen, picked up toys, put the laundry away, threw out the trash, and started another load of laundry.
I felt severely guilty for this later in the day, once I started feeling better, so what do I do? I snapped at Joe and accused him of thinking that I'm lazy. He never implied in any way that he was upset that I laid around all morning, so I think the reason for my bitchiness was my own feelings of guilt because I was, in fact, just being lazy. And I know how much Joe does for me and Brandt, and that he needs down time as well. I guess I just felt that the past two weeks of averaging 4-5 hours of sleep every night somehow entitled me to a morning of laziness.
And now Joe is at the grocery store. And I will be leaving around 4:30 to meet my friends for dinner (because one is in town from Chicago and leaves in a few days). So I will leave Joe with Brandt, once again, all by himself for bath and bedtime.
I'm such a crappy wife and mom today.