As it turns out, I can be incredibly passive aggressive.
Especially in the wee-hours of the morning after a night of no sleep.
The situation as it stands: Right now, Craig is attempting to sleep in the same room as Vivienne and I. However, since Vivi is a night owl (ugh), Craig will get up and go sleep in the other room at night because he’s in charge of getting Lila up in the morning. (I attempt to get some sleep in the morning when Vivi likes to sleep.) And, he also sleeps in the other room because he has to go to work.
That said, on Valentine’s Day night after Vivi had proceeded to projectile vomit on him in bed, he decided to depart our bedroom a bit earlier than usual and off he went to sleep in the other room. (Shocker. I would have done the SAME thing.) (I’m now re-reading this and cannot remember if she projectile vomited on him that night or another night. Ah well… six of one, half dozen of the other.)
Anywho, Vivi and I had a r.o.u.g.h. night on Monday. I seriously think she slept for maybe 2.5 hours (non-consecutively, of course.).
Around 5 a.m. I was at my limit. I was exhausted. And SO RIDICULOUSLY ANNOYED that my husband was FAST asleep in the other room while I had been dealing with a SCREAMING (Vivienne doesn’t cry. She screams) newborn all night.
So, I was going to call him on his cell to yell at him. But then I realized that was cruel and I didn’t want to risk waking Lila up. (Lila’s room and Vivienne’s room (that has a queen-sized bed in it) share a common wall.)
Then I was going to blackberry message him over and over again. But again, I didn’t want to wake up Lila.
So I emailed him.
Filled with gramatical errors and dripping with sarcasm and aggression.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Craig is a lucky man.
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Best part of this story? Hours after he had received the email he literally said, “Got your email last night. Wow. So… what can I do for YOU to make the evenings easier?”
I wanted to say: “Grow a pair of boobs and feed this child.” (But I realize that’s impossible.)
So the next best thing is to just willingly accept these nasty emails every morning and preferably not hold them against me.
I wonder if Michelle Duggar ever just goes off on Jim-Bob?
(Craig, I love you.)