Since about mid-deployment I have been saying all I need is a day off. One day to not get woken up by a little mini at 5am. One. Day.
So last night I (rudely, so I am told) declared, "Tomorrow is it! Tomorrow is my day. The rules go like this: no one is to wake me up under any circumstances, I will not be cooking, and most of all, I WILL NOT being doing dishes! This by the way, does not mean you can leave a full sink for me on Monday..."
I slept until 8:30. Eight, glorious thirty.
And Chris even did the dishes!
This is evidence that Chris has never done the dishes in this house. Just sayin'.
***LAUGHING MY BUTT OFF!***