Even though I’m the one who’s been waking up after just 4 hours of sleep for 8 consecutive days to eat at an ungodly hour of the morning, my husband is the one who slept for 12 hours straight this past Sunday. I think it was because he was exhausted from moving his breakfast dishes into the sink instead of just next to it.
I imagine it’s tough to be him.
But at 10 am, after finding a newly added teacup precariously balancing on top of his cereal bowl, I knew it was time to make Ali pay for the error of his ways.
Me: “It’s time to clean out your closet.”
Ali: “No way.”
After completely disregarding his opinion we spent two hours cloistered in his walk-in going through clothes, shoes, cables (always), event badges, mismatched socks, cuff-links, and ties.
Two tuxedos, a suit from Ali’s college days, 1,000,000 miscellaneous business cards, a very ugly pair of pants the color of vomit, and one rather suspicious Burberry knockoff later we dropped four bags off to Goodwill and 1 more to the dry cleaner.
Since I’d been awake since 3:45 am I was exhausted and decided to take a nap. Guess what I found when I woke up? My husband’s lunch dishes balancing on his breakfast dishes while he was fast asleep on the sofa.
Holy sh#$. I’m going to lose my mind.