The Fall From Grace

As you guys all know, I love my hubby:> In the immortal words of Tom Cruise (in Jerry McGuire) he "completes me". He's almost perfect...ALMOST.

I work the 11p-7a shift at St. Joseph's as a student nurse. I love the shift but it is hard to manage sometimes. I mean, most people are asleep while you're leaving out to work. Anyway...I try to take a nap before I leave for work. I make sure I wake up by 9:15 or so to get ready. The other day, Duane was home with the kids, downstairs. I asked him to be sure I didn't sleep past 9:30. Now, I'm not stupid, I did set my phone and regular alarm...just in case. I was sleeping really hard when I heard my 1st alarm go off. I turned it off and laid back down. The second alarm went off and ...I guess I turned it off. At any rate, I must've fallen back to sleep because when I opened my eyes, it was 9:45!!! I jumped out of bed and threw my scrubs on. When I opened the bedroom door, I noticed that the house was quiet...too quiet. I looked in DJ's room and it was empty but his closet door was open. Nyani's light was on in her room along with her computer. I expected to see her asleep on the floor (she tends to lay down and sleep wherever the feeling hits her) but again, the room was empty. I'm calling out to my husband as I run down the steps (my heart pounding) and get no answer. As I walk in the living room, I find the TV on with Nyani alseep on her couch (in her play clothes), my husband alseep on the couch with DJ alseep next to him hanging half on and half off the couch. I was so furious I could feel the steam coming out of my ears. (Let's get this straight, I was angry b/c my child was in danger while my husband was asleep. Not b/c he forgot to wake me.) I woke him up as I grabbed DJ. He must've apologized 5000 times but I was still pissed. I made sure he was fully awake before I left, then I called him twice before I got to work.

It's rare that my hubby lets me down but this was definitely one for the records. My baby hanging off the sofa...OMG. I could've choked him.

I suppose I wrote this to myself in a way. I always praise my hubby for all the good he does. I guess this is my way of acknowledging to myself that he isn't perfect. The perfect man, the love of my life, has fallen from grace. Ok, perhaps that's a bit harsh. Let's say, he just stumbled a bit. But, I still love you baby.