"Doug, DOUG STOOOOOP!!!"
All of the sudden Doug is spooning Cheerios into my mouth.
"Thanks Honey" I mumble groggily. I assume he's on his way to work and helping me start the day off without nausea. Just to be sure I ask;
"What time is it?"
I'm a little confused. It's very early. I take another bite.
"Why am I eating this?"
"Because you woke me up. Violently."
He doesn't state the obvious; "...and I assumed it was because you were about to yak."
Crunch. I take another bite.
It's probably the 5th time he's been up tonight. Sam had a nightmare and climbed into our bed--twice. Max has a cough and keeps crying out for comfort.
And then I go and wake him up.
Maybe I'll just wait till tomorrow to tell him I just wanted him to stop putting up the Christmas decorations. Yeah. I'll just wait.