I carried her back to her crib, and kicked his pillow on my way past, saying, annoyed, “Doesn’t do a lot of good to have you out here if you don’t wake up.”
Back to sleep.
This morning, as we were getting ready…
Brad: “I’m sorry about that, honey. I didn’t even hear her. She must have saw I was tired and said, ‘Oh, I’ll wake up mom!’ Usually she tells me she’s up by smacking me on the side of the head with a gallon of milk and yelling, ‘Milky!'”
And every day, I’m stupid enough to ask myself, “Why are we so tired?”