I have just been having this deep yerning---yes, yerning---to write.  I love writing.  In seventh grade my best friend and I would sit on my bed for hours: I'd write and she'd read.  Then I'd get behind and she'd demand I hurry up.  I don't know if that's a good gauge as to whether or not I'm a decent writer, but it's all I've got.  Honestly, if only two people read what I write and can have a good laugh, or feel like they can relate to what I'm currently experiencing than it's worth it.  I'll be the first to admit that my grammar isn't perfect.  Someday, if I actually write something worth publishing, I will have a high paid editor to take care of my issues.  Until then...

Last night was a long night.  Owen, who has been sleeping through the night since he was seven weeks old, decided he needed fed twice in the wee hours of the night.  Parker woke up multiple times crying that his tummy hurt.  Caden woke up twice also.  Once to tell me the vital information that he fell asleep in his closet, and the second to tell me he was scared and wanted to sleep in my room.  It was the second time, while Owen was being fed for the second time, that Bryan decided to make an appearance.  Awh, my good ol' faithful husband!  I can always count on him to sleep through anything.  I'm convinced that if I were being stabbed in our bed next to him that he would sleep soundly through the whole ordeal.  Back to the story: So Bryan finally comes out of his comatose state and grunts, "You okay?"

SERIOUSLY?!?  I tend to be sarcastic, even more so when overly tired.  I reply, "Never better!"

He says "Okay," and pulls the pillow over his head and goes straight back to hibernating.  The next morning, I'm still trying to put out the fumes of frustration. Somehow it always surprises me when this happens.  I guess it's a lot like how it always surprises Bryan when we buy a bag of candy and it's gone the next day.  Glad to see there is still some mystery in our romance. 

I say something like, "Thanks for all the help last night."

He innocently replies, "You said you had everything under control."

Moral of the story.  Don't use sarcasm with a half-coherent husband---It doesn't translate.