Sleepless Nights

I sit here at 11:30 at night wide awake. Not because I have much on my mind or because I just really want to be tired and grumpy tomorrow. I am awake because my usually composed husband is rattling the walls with his snores. About 10 minutes ago our dog (Lola) decided to join in on the fun. I am about to plug in some earphones and listen to music until the paper wads being thrown at Chad's head finally make him roll over and be quiet, or until I run out of paper.

Yes, at 11pm every night I get irrationally mad at this man....I tend to forget it the next day. Because I love him and he is my best friend. Because he reads 2 chapter's of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to Andrew with more animation than anyone will hear speaking with him on the phone. Because he will brush Jordan's hair after a bath until not one tangle is left and not one tear shed (something I don't seem to do well, she prefers daddy to brush her hair). He watches the kids when I have photo shoots without a problem. He can do this and put away 3 loads of laundry, clean the fish tank, change the air filters, and play ball with the kids in the few hours I am away. He rocks. He does. So I can forgive him of his snoring....in the morning. But not right now.