This morning, I overslept. My alarm went off, and rather than hit snooze, I just turned the whole thing off entirely.
I'd love to say it was an accident but I think somewhere deep down in my subconscious I did it on purpose.
So sure enough, Grant wakes up and realizes I'm still in bed and not 20 minutes down the road as I should be at that time. He starts pushing me in the arm... "Babe... get up... you're late... wake up.... Jen...... hey, Jen.."
At this point I was like "OKAY! I HEAR YOU!"
But he didn't stop. He kept pushing me and saying "Come on, I'm serious, you're really late... get up... Jen"
I then declared,"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE?!?"
"I'm not being rude"
"Yes, you are. You could at least be nice about it and gentle and quietly wake me from my slumber".
"Or, I could be poking you incessantly and tickling you repeatedly until you get up".
".................. okay I'm up".