My husband has had a cold this week. This means that my husband has snored like a freight train this week. This means that I am a few hours away from being a zombie-person.
I have told him several times over the years that one of the nicest things that I will ever do for him is not smothering him with a pillow in his sleep. Isn’t that a nice, loving-wife thing to do?
Tonight I am thankful that I am so exhausted that I could probably sleep thru a real freight train! Sweet, sweet sleep, here I come!