December 1, 2005
She Must REALLY Be Mad
I must have done something to make my wife mad, but for the life of me I don’t know what I did.
Here’s the situation: I’m on a tight deadline trying to finish up a website for a January 1st launch. It’s now midnight and I’ve been up since 4:30am. I’m not just beat. I’m beat down. I stumble out of the office and almost run into the couch. We had just moved it to make room for the Christmas tree. As I shuffle toward the bedroom like a calf on the end of a branding rope, I imagine the joy of climbing into my comfy bed beside my true love. I reach for the door knob…
Noooo! It’s locked. Yessirree I’m locked out of my bedroom.
It’s kind of a long story, but we routinely lock our bedroom door. So there’s a very good chance that she’s not mad at me all. She could have just locked the door out of habit…which is more characteristic of something I would do.
Now I am faced with two options:
- I can either wake her up and have her unlock it. This would mean good sleep for me. But Tiffany’s a very light sleeper and has been having a hard time going back to sleep when she’s awoken in the middle of the night.
- Or I can sleep on the couch tonight. The sleep would probably not be great. However, I could win a few brownie points, and I’m all about brownie points.
Which do I choose? Well, what would you do if faced with a similar situation.
