K is finally finished with the quarter. Handed in the final of his final projects yesterday. YEY! (Now it's on to the packing and getting ready for the summer in India.) Understandably he wants the chance to sleep in this morning, but I set the alarm for 6:30. He thinks it should be set for 7:00 and no earlier (once it goes off and I'm up, he'll be up too, have I mentioned we live in a shoe box?). We negotiate to 6:45. Then he feels guilty like he'll be messing up my morning plans and resets it to 6:30 anyway.
I wake up at 6:00 and roll over to check on him thinking I'll turn the alarm off and TRY to sneak out of bed (have I mentioned we're both light sleepers?) so he can sleep longer. But he's already gone (guess he's better at sneaking out of bed than me). In fact, after that big negotiation he woke up at 4:30, couldn't get back to sleep and has been watching Twelve Monkeys (because that will surely help you get back to sleep, am I right?) ever since. I'm loving the irony.
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