In my next life, I want to be born a man.
My husband and I rarely go to bed at the same time. He's either busy watching a game on T.V. or engulfed in a riveting game on PlayStation. No thank you. I rather lay in bed pretending I don't have anything else to do. Sure, I could wash the dishes, or put Shelby's toys away for the umpteenth time but being a blob under the covers is way more appealing.
Anyways, Tim and I headed to bed at the same time the other day. Within seconds, and I mean seconds, he was sawing wood like a professional lumberjack. I seriously thought someone was cutting down the trees in our yard. How is it that he fell asleep so quickly? I mean I was EXHAUSTED, but someone forgot to tell my mind to shut the BLEEP off.
I can lay in bed for hours thinking of all the things that need my attention. Bills, household chores, our furkids, Shelby, work, what we're going to have for dinner, what clothes I need to pack for Shelby in the morning, what am I going to wear tomorrow, you get the idea, and just when I think my brain is getting tired it takes a drastic turn to nonsensical things. Things like feeling sorry for the person who had to wake up every morning knowing their daily purpose was to wipe the hinnies of royalty after they used the bathroom. Don't ask. The point is, there are way too many things to think about before actually falling asleep unless you're a man.
Also, why is it that a mans day off is just that, a day off. A day to spend on the golf course, playing PlayStation for hours on end, or just bumming around the house without really doing anything. But a women's day off is a day to catch up on housework, go grocery shopping, or do a million other non-relaxing tasks that make the "day off" anything but a real day off. And don't say "you choose to spend your day off doing those things," the reality is if moms don't do these things when we have the time (our days off), they will never get done.
So, I repeat, if I have another life to live, I want to be born a man.