Yesterday, my dear Hubby woke up both me and the baby from our glorious eight hours of consecutive slumber with his tromping around and turning on blaring lights. And once you get a taste of such wondrous sleep with a newborn you want more of it. I was about to jump out of bed and have a full on 5:30 am gripe fest.
And then it hit me.
My gripe would be completely in vain.
Hubs won't be waking us up in the morning anymore.
That task will have to fall to the fussy baby, the cheery toddler, the needy cat, or the sun.
Happy last day of work, babe!