You would think in that amount of time one would figure out whether or not their spouse was a morning person.
You would think.
Yet, this still happens.
6:37 - My alarm goes off. I hit snooze.
Approximately 27 seconds later my husband is standing next to me and says, "Don't you think you better get up?"
"I do not get up the first time my alarm goes off. I build in time for that when I set it. We've been over this."
"Why don't you just set it for the actual time you need to get up?"
"Because I need to hit snooze. It helps me transition. Why are you making me talk right now? You're eating up my snooze time."
"It's only 9 minutes. You should just get up."
"I feel like you hate me."
"Being a morning person is an attitude, you know. You don't have some sort of affliction that prevents it."
"It's Friday. I don't understand why you've chosen to start the weekend off making me feel murdery."
And then he walked away.
And then my snooze time was up and my alarm went off again.
And then he asked me to iron his pants.
And I did not kill him.
Which once and for all proves I'm a morning person.