The Husband

                                                                         
The husband came home from work Saturday afternoon and plopped himself down on the floor. In less than a minute he was out like a light. This is not an uncommon occurrence, when the husbands work gets crazy so does his sleep cycle. His sleep pattern is a few hours at night and anytime he sits. Other than that, he's on the go.

Sometimes in the evening he'll want to watch a movie to unwind and relax. I'll pop one in the DVD player, we'll sit down, he falls asleep, I pause it, we'll try again the next night. It usually takes us three nights to finish a movie.

Saturday he actually came home in the afternoon and called it a day. Imagine my surprise. When I see him in the middle of the day, I usually ask him, "Are you home, home or are you going back?" Most always, he goes back, except this particular afternoon.

So he's lying on the floor and and the minute he starts to snore, he wakes up and our conversation goes like this:

Husband: You know this is the first afternoon I've had off in a long time.

Me: I know look how tired you are, you're working too much.

Husband: It's not about how tired I am, I can sleep when I'm dead.

Me: Well, your gonna get there sooner than you think if you keep working like this.

Husband: No I won't, I have you to live for. Can't you get that through your thick skull.

Me laughing: Thick skull?

Husband as he gets up: It' must be thick to put up with me. Then leans over, gives me a kiss and heads off to the shower.

Ya know, he might be on to something.