On the Menu

So the husband has been working bitch hours lately. He's a night person and they've had him rolling in at 4 am...6 am...4 am....

This morning, at 6 am, the alarm goes off and I hear a groan from the lump beside me.

"Time to wake up," says me.

"Sner...merg...warfle."

"Come on. Maybe it'll be a good day." (It's hard to be optimistic at 6am)

Groan, "Not a chance."

"Well, if it gets too bad you can always put a booger in the food."

At this point I expected an 'Ew' or a denial of some sort. Instead I get, "Yeah."

And he rolls out of bed to get dressed.


Yeah.
I think I'll be eating in for a while.
And doing all the cooking.