Thursday, April 13, 2006

Poor MM

I was working on my Vegas blog all day yesterday. Then, just before I left work for the day, I went to save it as a draft. I just needed to add some pics from home and it would have been ready to publish. Instead, I guess I didn't save it, because I came back later to double check it and IT WAS GONE! Talk about freaking me the hell out! I was soooo mad! UGH! Anyway, I'm working on it, so look for more about Vegas later, but for now...

I spent the night at MM's the night before last. I do that occasionally, because he only has one day off a week and I wouldn't see him otherwise. Right now it's Tuesday's off, so I like to drive up when I get off of work, have dinner with him and hang out throughout the evening. Before I went up there Tuesday night I had to meet my neighbor at my hairdressers at the mall.

Let me tell you, this girl kills me. She's a sweet, beautiful woman, but she swears she went through a time warp and got stuck in the 80's. It's terrible, but she even does the forward rat teasing of her hair and uses an entire can of Aqua Net to hold her BIG HAIR in place. It disturbs me greatly. She went to her mom's hairdresser originallly and came back looking like something straight out of a bad 80's horror flick. It was awful. So I called my hairdresser and told her I had a hair emergency. Lucky for me, my hairdresser understands about these things and squeezed us in (I love my hairdresser, btw, she rocks!).

Anyway, I took my neighbor over there and sat her down. The poor girl was having an anxiety attack, convinced I was putting her on the butchers block. No faith, I tell you. I left her in the chair and went down to get us a Starbucks. The entire time my children were acting completely out of control. They didn't listen and were running around like wild Banshee's. I was so angry! They were driving me nuts.

Generally they're very well behaved, but sometimes they get hyper and I can't settle them down. It's so frustrating. By the time The Neighbor's hair was done (which I didn't really care for, personally, but she liked it and it looked better than the OTHER style did..*shudder*) the kids had gotten on my very last nerve.

All the way up to MM's they whined and yelled and were basically terrible brats. It was like 2 little demons had posessed my normally docile children (Daphne has had experience with this, the poor girl!). Needless to say, by the time we arrived at MM's I was not in my happy place. I was really glad to see him, since it had been almost a week, but I was basically just trying to maintain my cool and not beat my children senseless.

Of course, MM had to bare the brunt of my anger, because he's an adult and I just took it out on him. It was dumb, but I couldn't see to stop myself. I felt HORRID afterwards! I told him, "Baby, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you." He just smiled and said it was fine, he could handle it. *sigh* I love that man.


We finally went to bed after an eventful supper at Applebees and I was so exhausted I was out before my head touched the pillow. Now, anyone who knows me understands that I am not a morning person. I'm grumpy and irritable and hate facing a new day. I just hate it. Coffee makes me a little more human, but not much. I need at the very least a good hour before I can even function in a normal capacity. Since MM lives almost an hour away from me, I have to get up that much earlier. Plus, I had the kids with me, so I need even more time to get them ready and then to school on time.

I normally get up between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m when I'm at home. That means I have to get up between 5:00 and 5:30 when I stay at MM's on a school/work night. I never tried to hide the fact that I turn into Medusa in the mornings from MM. In point of fact, I warned him on our second date about it, just so he'd have time to prepare himself. But even with all of my warnings, I don't think he understood completely.

Me + no sleep + early mornings = hell for MM.

The one thing about me that MM says drives him crazy is that I don't get up in the mornings. The alarm will go off for 5 straight minutes before I have the energy to hit the snooze...for the first time. Most mornings I hit the snooze seven or eight times before I finally drag myself out of bed. I've never understood those people who hop right out of bed in the mornings and act like it's great to be alive. It's just wrong!!! MM is one of those people, so I guess he can't understand where I'm coming from.


Anyway, so on Wednesday morning, the alarm goes off at 5:00 for the first time. I heard it. I knew it was going off. I even knew it would piss MM off that I didn't hop right out of bed and hit the snooze. But you know what? I didn't care. I was tired and that was that. I was staying in bed where it was warm and comfortable.

Now, the first time MM asked me to sleep over on a school/work night, I made him promise that he'd force me out of bed. He knows and I know that I'm not going to do it on my own, so he promised. That's been our standing agreement since. When I sleep over it's his job to make sure I get up. Period.

True to his word, everytime I'm over he makes sure I get up. Sometimes he makes me coffee and brings it to me in bed. Sometimes he jumps on me (literally, you gutter minded people). Sometimes he just pushes me out the bed. But whatever his method, he always makes sure I'm up.

I know this is something I agreed to, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. And I don't. I hate it when he kicks me out of bed. Especially since he's like my own personal electric blanket and it's always freezing in his house.

So anyway, Wednesday morning the alarm goes off every fifteen minutes for a full hour and I'm not even close to being ready to get out of bed. MM keeps telling me to get up and I keep ignoring him. I'm NOT getting out of bed and that's that. End of story.

Finally, after an hour of me hopping out of bed, hitting the snooze button and climbing back on top of him, MM got pissed.

Me: *muttering under my breath* Stupid alarm. Stupid morning. Stupid no coffee
MM: I set the coffee maker last night. You have coffee. Get up.
Me: *still muttering* Stupid MM. Stupid mornings.
MM: Babe, get up.
Me: No, I'm tired. And it's cold.
MM: Get up!
Me: I will, jeez.
MM: Get up NOW!
Me: Ok, fine, I will. *snuggles closer*
MM: Holly, get up!
*The alarm goes off again*
MM: Dammit, get up!
Me: I will. Gosh. *turns the alarm off, the hops back into bed*
MM: Would you just get up already? You're starting to wake me up! You know I need to sleep! GET UP! (He works nights, so he needs to sleep all day.)
Me: I'm sorry. (I really was, too. I know he needs to sleep and he was uber sweet to me the entire hour the alarm was going off)
MM: Don't be sorry, just get up already!
*alarm buzzes again*
MM: *yelling* Turn off the F*cking alarm and GET UP, HOLLY!
Me: *getting out of bed, mumbling under my breath* F*cking MM. F*ucking morning. F*cking coffee. Stupid F*cking shower!
MM: Honey, get in the shower.
Me: Shutup. I am.

I storm out of the bedroom and go wake the kids up. They're having none of it. My kids aren't morning kids, either. I finally get them up and ready to go, then I get myself ready to go (after I take my dog and MM 1 stupid dogs out), kiss MM and head out the door.

And felt guilty the entire hour long drive to work. I felt terrible! I was so mean to him and he's always so sweet to me and takes care of me and does stuff for me. It was awful. I wanted to call and apologize, but I knew he needed to sleep, so I didn't. I emailed him from work instead, apologizing. Gosh, I felt terrible.

After work, while I was on my way home, he called. After making small talk for a minute, HE apologized to ME. He said he was so sorry for being mean to me and yelling at me about getting up. "I knew I had to get you up somehow, because having you next to me felt too good, and I knew if you didn't get up soon I was going to stop trying." OMG! I felt even worse! I even cried a little.

I told him I was sorry and it wasl all my fault and I love him and blah, blah, blah. In the end, we both ended up laughing about how retarded we are. I swear, we're like a couple of high school kids.

Still, I feel kind of bad even now. I mean, I was mean to him and then he felt guilty about it.

Poor MM.

6 comments:

Isabel said...

Awwwww MM is just the sweetest guy. Sigh...

And LMAO over you not waking up. lol. too funny. I never understood the jumping out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tail crap.

Joanna said...

Awww you two are so funny!!! *hugs*

Mailyn said...

"I knew I had to get you up somehow, because having you next to me felt too good, and I knew if you didn't get up soon I was going to stop trying."

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OMG you freaking had me at hello!!! That's the cutest thing ever!!!! Holly you hit the jackpot!!! I'm glad after the crap you've been through, you deserve it!!! things like this make me believe in people...well for a little while. LOL.

:)

Holly said...

LOL! I know, Mailyn, isn't he the sweetest thing ever? Sometimes, I get all suspicious and look at him like he's grown a second head, because I just can't believe he's for real, you know? But it's been 6 months and he's the same now as he's ever been...so I think I *did* hit the jackpot!

Dylan said...

Awwww, MM gets sweet points, too cute!

Joanna said...

I'm all jealous LOL!!!

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