Sacrifices

I think this is a funny story about how pathetic I am. But mostly, it is a story about how much I love my husband.

I worked Friday night. I got off work late because it snowed (2inches... really people?). When I got home both Chloe and Jameson were asleep (YAY!). Chloe had gotten up twice, but luckily both times were short lived. So I fell asleep around 7:10 to a sweet welcome home kiss from my sleepy husband.

At 8:20 Chloe woke up. I waited for a minute (okay, 30 seconds) to see if Jameson would go get her. Not even a twitch. So I got up, fed Chloe and listened for Jameson. Nothing. (In case you were wondering, this is when my wife-senses kicked in).

I knew he woke up with her twice and that he needs his sleep, so... I put Chloe on the floor for some tummy and back time, grabbed a blanket, pillow and my slippers (which I found and noisily put on in the bedroom) and curled up on the floor next to her.

9:00 rolls around and I hear something. I look up and there is a confused Jameson. I can only imagine the pathetic look on my face as he looked down at me, a curled up tired mess and a giggly Chloe. He came over, helped me up, led me by taking my hands, into the bedroom. All the while asking me why I didnt wake up. I babbled off my reasons 1. He got up with her twice 2. He needs sleep. To which he very logically informed me, I worked all night and had a baby shower in a few hours in Riverton...

It made sense to me! Letting him sleep... he is working so hard on school applications, job applications, taking care of Chloe and me. What is missing a few hours of sleep for a fabulous husband?

I love him. My logic is irrefutable.