Baby Boo isn’t sleeping through the night yet. He’s getting better, sleeping for four to five hours at a time, even six hours (although that’s only happened when Wolf’s been on night duty. I’m sure there’s some sort of male bonding/favouritism involved).
So, after being up at night, I’m considerably groggy in the am. Especially before a few cups of coffee.
Honestly, it’s something of a miracle that I remember to put on pants *and* shirt before leaving my room.
So, there I am, the innocent groggy, pouring my first cup of coffee, and Wolf talks to me from in front of the computer.
I turn my head, pour coffee all over the counter, and yell, “What did you do to your FACE?!”
My husband has a goatee. I like the goatee. REALLY like the goatee. I lends a certain ‘bad boy’ vibe, dangerous…And considering we have five children, a hint of danger and bad boy, (real or imagined) is a good thing.
Although, that may be WHY we have five children, but I digress.
He SHAVED. Now he only has a moustache.
I *hate* the moustache. Really do. And he knows this.
He thinks it makes him look like Magnum. (As in Magnum PI, Tom Selleck).
He points out that he’s looking for a new job. I reply that he’s not looking for a job as a used car salesman. (God forgive me, but that’s honestly what it makes him look like to me).
Diva, hearing this exchange, pipes up, “I *told* you Mom wouldn’t be happy!”
His reason for shaving? “I was bored.” Apparently, the man needs a hobby to keep from messing with his face.
The things I wake up to in my house.