This is how my night's go

Here is an example of how my night’s go.

I go to bed – Karl is lying diagonal across the entire bed.  I trip over his big ass work boots in my way.  The air isn’t cooling and I am sweating and I want to punch him in the face for not reading my death glare to move his ass.  Oh and I’d prefer if he stopped watching the Penny Dreadful crap because it’s just stupid – and I have Love it or List it recordings to watch. 

He finally feels the heat from the laser shooting out of my eyes and moves.  (but continues to watch the dumb show) So I lay there – sweating….then Foxy cuddles up against me (omg why?)  and Aries lays her head on my feet.  Seriously dogs???

His show is FINALLY over and he turns over to go to sleep.  Karl does tend to sleep in the CENTER of the bed – which means I have enough room to lay flat on my back/stomach but no room to spread out.  

I lay there flipping through some recordings which annoys my husband because the remote click, click, clicks when I flip and erase.  He’s pissed and gets up to put in head phones.  No matter how tired I am as soon as I get into bed I am UP.  Sucks. 

Still hot.  I get up check the AC notice it’s not cooling to the proper temp.  I go down in the laundry room to retrieve a fan to put directly on me.  While down there I notice that some ASSHOLE has brought the beach bag from vacation – holding my new swimsuit (with the tags still on it) and 4 new beach towels (and a few other things)  it’s sitting on the floor near the drain…WHY???  SO I pick it up….smells like cat pee.  Gypsy apparently didn’t like the smell of sand and lake water?  OMG – my new swim suit that I spend $60 on because I am fat and can’t get cheap suits from Walmart anymore….smells like cat pee…Really?  I throw it in the washer and rant and rave for the next few minutes will dragging the industrial size fan up the stairs.  I put it in my room – point it directly on myself. I don’t even mind foxy laying against me now.  Ahhhh.  Cool…I am cool now..it’s ok.  As soon as I am starting to drool and get into a real sleep….knock, knock knock.

Nah, couldn’t be – I must be hearing things.  The knocking gets louder followed by “MOM.”  Dude it’s 10:45 and I was FINALLY about to fall asleep.  WTF do you want?  Bryana is at cheer camp and this is the only time she can talk to you.  Well maybe she can tell me when she gets back?  OMGGGGGGGGGGGG

So I get up and call the kid – she’s nominated for All American – as if I have any clue what that means – but she’s excited so I tell her YAY!  Then I mention, please don’t tell your sisters to wake me up if I am sleeping.  She agreed.  I told her I would try to stay up later to talk to her tomorrow. 

It’s after 11:00.  Karl’s alarm clock starts going off by 4:15 – guess I am not getting a ton of sleep again. 

I always say I don’t know why I am so tired…I really think I do.