Sooooooo sleeeeeepy

(Week 14, day 6)
  At least once a day I get a text from my wife with those drawn out vowels in an otherwise simple phrase. Sooooooo sleeeeeepy. The baby has her in a perpetual state of deprivation. I try to do what I can to help, but years of staying up longer than we should has turned into habit so it's difficult. Tanisha has been able to get in the bed at a reasonable hour usually, however this is apparently not the only thing he needs. Another thing that has turned into habit is her falling asleep with me lying next to her (and I'll admit the same goes for me). It's hard once you've become used to sleeping next to your mate to try the same thing solo. Well as I said the same goes for me, but I had no idea how important it was until last night. Sound like I'm working up to a story? Wow you're right, you must have been reading my blog posts!
  So, last night the NCAA men's basketball championship game featuring Indianapolis' own Bulter Bulldogs vs. Duke was on. Of course I, like millions of other Americans, wanted to watch this game. So in my mind I decided a compromise was in order. I knew Tanisha wouldn't be able to watch the whole game so I would lay next to her and cheer/yell/grimace etc. in silence at each play until she fell asleep. Then I would go in the living room and finish the game so I could get up and pace and jump and yell without waking her. Well that worked great, until I didn't feel like going back to bed after the game was over. But again in my mind I had already fulfilled my obligation. She was asleep so I didn't have to STAY lying next to her. I put in a movie (The Hurt Locker, an excellent war movie I might add) and began to watch it. Well half way through the movie I get a text, "Where r u?" I'm not wanting to go back to bed yet so I'm carefully considering how I respond to this when my phone starts ringing. Oh no, she's calling me. Here's how that conversation went:
Me: "Hello"
Wife: "Where do you keep coming in and out?"
Me: "I came in to get the checkbook remember? I forgot to pay rent and if I put it in the drop box before tomorrow it wont be late." (this was true, but not the whole story)
Wife: "But that was over an hour ago!" (Damn, I didn't think she was looking at the time)
Me: "Well baby I wasn't sleepy so I put in The Hurt Locker."
Wife: ____ (she hung up on me).
  Ok so I figured it's time to go to bed so she can sleep through the rest of the night. She had to go to work in the morning and I didn't so I figured I could finish the movie the next day, no need to be selfish. I turned off the tv, went down the hall into my room. Only I couldn't get in my room because my wife locked the door. I laughed in spite of the situation. Apparently she was more angry than I thought. Well I picked the lock because apartment inside locks are never difficult to pick and go in the room and got  into bed. Tanisha was awake at this point and after I got in the bed I hear her tossing and turning as well as huffing in anger. Uh oh, I don't like where this is going. After a few minutes I guess she couldn't take it anymore because she snatched the cover and her pillow up and left the room. Wow she's going to sleep on the couch. I considered following after her but I know my wife and that would have turned into an argument which was the last thing I wanted. Or so I thought. I decided to make the best of the situation so I stretch out and try to go to sleep. At first I had a little trouble but after a while I was able to relax and I slowly started drifting off to sleep. I felt myself sliding into that comfortable zone, the soft covers hugging me, the warmth of the blankets surrounding me, relax, drifting, comfort, drifting, warmth, drifting, warmth...COLD! I was shocked awake with this horrible cold all over my body. I jumped up trying to quickly asses what had just happened. I realized the cold was also wet, and I saw Tanisha standing at the foot of my bed. Water!? She had just thrown a cup of cold water on me. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled again. She walked out of the room, apparently accomplishing what she had set out to do. I followed her out of the room, incensed at what had just happened. I guess I was still a little groggy with a nice mixture of anger so I don't remember everything I said but apparently this is approximately what came out, "What the fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you!? What the fuck did you do that for?! I didn't even fucking do anything! What the fuck did I do to deserve that!?" Yeah apparently when I get woken up with water I'm liable to drop a few F-bombs. She didn't say a word, just went back on the couch and laid down. Then as I was walking back to the room, angry but still thankful she didn't respond to my tirade, I hear her yell, "I hope you can't fall back asleep." I tried but I couldn't resist responding to that so I yelled back, "I'll be able to sleep great in the comfortable bed!"
  Only I couldn't sleep comfortably because there was water everywhere. I got a few towels, arranged my body in a zig-zag pattern and went to sleep. Eventually Tanisha came back in and laid down (the couch just wasn't doing it for her). The next day she was very apologetic. She doesn't know where the anger came from. My brother-in-law Russell suggested Rosemary's baby as a possibility.
  Even though technically I didn't do anything wrong, I feel I've learned a lesson from all this. So right now as I am typing this blog I am looking at a peacefully sleeping wife lying next to me. In a very dry bed.