My beloved other half had been complaining earlier yesterday that he could not find his keys (need to set the scene here). He went out with some friends last night, and being a conscientious caring sort of wifey I thought I'd wait up as he didn't have his keys. Once I am asleep I am a zombie and very little will wake me so the thought of my beloved sleeping in the car, which was the alternative, was not a prospect that I thought he would look forward to.
So I waited and waited and found the satellite TV is even more cr*p during the night than it is during the day! I washed my hair at 3am this morning to keep me awake and drank water/ tea and hot chocolate in vast quanitities. Huge mistake...Everytime I had a hot choc it was becaused I was convinced he was 5mins away from coming home. I had 3 in two hours...
Anyway, I texted a friend of his (OH has not worked out that a phone needs to be mobile in order to be a mobile phone and usually leaves it in the car or by the kettle which is exactly what happened yesterday) to say that the car was beckoning him as I was going to bed. He was 15mins away he pleaded, please wait up. Fine. 4am, 4am, that is what time he got back, pushing the limits of wifely concern all the way, waking the dog up who barked as if his life depended on it.
Unfortunately while he was snoring within 5 mins, it took me until 5.30am to be able to sleep because I had to visit the bathroom because of all the drinks I had. Where my hair was still damp before sleeping, it is messed up now. I look like Don King.
And now, now he tells me, he had his keys yesterday anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!