been living my life with my kiddos...going places doing fun things that sometimes keep us out past dinner leaving h to fend for himself (not such a chore with all the leftovers in the fridge). We come home to find him sleeping or on the verge he may or may not help get the kids to bed (as it's often their bedtime when we arrive home) only to shortly thereafter put himself to bed as well.
I'm finding that I don't want to go to sleep at night unless of course h has fallen asleep on the couch...just something irking about the way he sprawls himself over the whole bed ontop of the covers leaving me to make due with the corner and attempt to manipulate the blankets so I can be under them....just growing ever tired of this non existant marriage and wonder why for god sake did I marry this man when I knew very well this is the way he would be?
