I awakened completely furious with George after my third night of no sleep due to Henry and no help from my significant other. For the second time in three years, I put the pillow over my head and didn’t get up with the monkeys at the break of dawn, hoping George would take the hint and give me a break.
I heard him say, “Henry, don’t play with that.” I knew Henry had gotten a hold of the alarm clock with the hanging face and exposed wires. I also knew Henry wasn’t listening as he doesn’t understand what “don’t play with that means.”(Or maybe he does and just ignores us.)
In a fit of sleep-deprived fury, I lifted my head, took the alarm clock and threw it across the room. I then launched into a tirade that sounded something like this:
“You can’t just say don’t play with that and then do nothing! You have to get up and do something. I can’t do this twenty four hours a day with no help… blah blah blah.”
His response was, “I was up all night too. I’m tired too. blahblahblah…”
“What were you doing up all night? Lying there being no help? blahblahblah…”
A few minutes later I was up and cooking chocolate chip pancakes for the boos and George came in to give “goodbye I love you” kisses to us. I thought he’d skip me after the morning’s craziness, but he came to me, kissed me on the forehead, and pressed his lips against my ear. “I love you,” he said in that deep booming voice that just melts me every time. Add the buzz of his lips against my ear and my knees buckled, my body covered in goose bumps, (boose gumps as Annabelle says) and I shrieked with laughter. When he saw my reaction, he did it again, causing an even more extreme bout of laughter. Over and over, he dissolved my anger with laughter.