Mommy May I

So. It's 530 AM. On a Sunday. During a holiday weekend. No. I am not just dragging in from a fabulous night. I am sitting here because I was just woken up. For the 8 millionth time tonight. My kids are 9, 11 & 13. THEY didn't wake me up. Nope. It was my darling husband. The one I so lovingly refer to as Octopus Man on occasion. This name he gained by the wrappy thing he does with his legs at night while he is sleeping. Did I mention that I am a tad claustrophobic? Apparently Octopus Man was not having pleasant & loving dreams last night because he proceeded for two entire fucking hours to KICK the shit out of me. While. He. Slept.

I was on the verge of riding the couch to get away from him. Truth is though, I love my bed. More importantly, I love to sleep in my bed. He finally relented with the combat training and I was able to drift off into peaceful slumber. For all of 3 hours. At which point, he climbed himself back into bed and when he slid his leg up for the normal wrap....I apparently flinched. And that wasn't acceptable. He huffed and turned over. Oh yes.

As I lay there with bruises on my legs, I am fuming. After two hours of his uncontrollable bullshit, HE huffed AT ME. I tossed back my covers and let him know what had gone on and that he indeed wasn't getting within 10 feet of my legs. He didn't say a fucking word. Kept his back to me.

Did I mention how I am up at 5 fucking AM on a Sunday. Yeah. Now you know why.