Poor LTJ… we lived together long enough before getting married that he had to know what he was getting in to, but I still don’t envy him dealing with me in the mornings. Anyone who has ever tried to get me up can sympathize with LTJ’s plight. At our wedding, my mom happily handed the torch off to him.
Here’s a funny incident from this morning (last night I told him to try to wake me up early… hahaha):
LTJ: Trying to wake Miss Possible up.
Miss Possible: Fighting not to get up
LTJ: I don’t know how I’m supposed to wake you up, if you don’t want to. You ask me to wake you up, then you yell at me. What am I supposed to do??
Miss Possible: Leave me the F alone! Go read the documentation and leave me alone!!!
LTJ: Read the documentation on what?
Miss Possible: Stop asking me how to do things, and just go read the documentation for yourself!
Later today my wonderful husband wants to confirm that I got up and reiterates to me this lovely story. His final words on the subject: Would you care to write said documentation?
I guess I was having a nightmare about all the documentation I wrote last night ;-)
The sad thing is this isn’t even close to the worst of these wake up stories.
That’s really love when, in your sleep, you tell your husband “RTFM!” and he just keeps on keeping on.