Tad: Did you clean up the pee?
Me: No
Tad: What? Why?
Me: Because I'm an idiot
Tad: So...did you really clean it up?
Me: (a very exaggerated) Yes
Tad: Why are you sighing
Me: Because you ask stupid questions
Tad: What did you clean it up with?
Me: ::Silence::
Later on that night as we got into bed, Tad started tossing and turning. He kept getting up and looking at the imaginary pee spot, rubbing his hand over it and muttering under his breath. Finally he says to me:
"I don't know if I'm just imagining it because I know it was there, but I swear it's still wet over here."
I rub the spot, it's dry of course...I look at him, roll my eyes and tell him that he is crazy and just looking for something to complain about. He continues to flip around and grumble, so much that I (being the good wife I am) offer to swap sides of the bed as long as he quits whining and goes to sleep. He agreed and we quietly settled into our new spots, within minutes he was snoring. I looked at him sleeping and just shook my head and scowled. Just as I started to drift asleep I felt my back getting cold...............shit. I sat there very still, it was definitely still wet. I knew that if I got up and slept on the couch he would know he was right and I was, bum bum buuuumm - wrong. I laid there over an hour shivering in dampness hell bent on pretending nothing was wrong. Needless to say I woke up this morning with a cold back, a sore neck, miserably tired and in a bad mood. The phrase "waking up on the wrong side of the bed" finally has meaning.
When Tad asked me how I slept, I said "Great"......I guess I just can't think of a good way to tell him he was right.
Sleeping like a baby
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