Snooze Button

I told Bruce I was going to blog this, so just know ahead of time that he is aware.

My man is odd. Honestly.

He is devoted to his snooze button. Each morning, Monday through Friday, every 9 minutes, his alarm goes off, he smacks the snooze button, and he climbs back in bed. This goes on from about 6:15 a.m. to 6:50 a.m.

Sometimes I find it very irritating. Especially after our kids got to the point where they'd let us sleep in a bit in the mornings. I would have no kids tugging my arm at 6 a.m., asking when breakfast was going to be ready, but instead I got the wailing drone coming from his alarm clock.

Half the time, Bruce sleeps through that noise until I give him a good shove. (I'm a morning person, but I have my limits!) Other times, I'm too tired to even move in his direction and I lay there like a lump of sludge, just wishing it would all go away.

I have often joked that he could sleep through anything.

He certainly sleeps through each and every time one of our kids comes in our room following a nightmare. He never hears the paper delivery lady putting our Times-News in the newspaper box. He has no idea what time the sanitation department comes by to pick up our trash. And he doesn't hear the sound of the brakes of the school bus when it picks up the middle school and high school students in our subdivision.

Last night as we climbed into bed, he said, "I'm going to have to replace that air vent cover over there. Last night that thing kept whistling when the heat kicked on and it kept me up all night."

Are you kidding me??!!

I just laughed. Hard. Right in his face. And he knew exactly why I was laughing.

I'm thinking he has not only selective listening, but also selective sleeping!