Last week I posted about koala bearing and my evil cold hands.
Well, last night the husband got his revenge.
I lay in bed last night, almost asleep. I was warm, comfy and so happy to be going to bed at a semi-reasonable time.
That is until Greg climbed into bed. I could tell he was up to something. Usually he just gets in bed, covers up, mumbles good night and goes to sleep. Last night…he just snickered.
So the bedtime war continues.
(And I now know why couple’s in the 50’s had separate beds.)