So, it's 10:30 p.m. on New Year's Eve. Mark and I are getting ready to do what parents of children under five find the most exciting... go to sleep.
In the spirit of starting an organized 2013, I cleaned out and organized our dressers yesterday afternoon. Part of that process had me moving some of Mark's stuff to a different drawer - one of the bottom ones. Before you get mad, I will say that there are three bottom drawers and my stuff is in two of them. I thought it was only fair that he have a bottom drawer as well.
I was snuggled into bed, ready to turn off the lights. Mark couldn't find his pajama pants (I'm pretty sure part of Mark hates that I'm writing about his pajama pants. However, if he doesn't want me to write about them, he shouldn't be so funny.)
"Bottom drawer on the left side," I tell him.
He opens the drawer and groans.
"It hurts my back to open that drawer." Whiner.
He crawls into bed.
"I mean, it hurts especially bad because... because... my back already hurts."
I look at him.
"Honey, you are so manly."
Happy New Year, Everyone!