After eleven years of marriage and four more on top of it with Doug, I'm seriously reaching my limit with the morning grouchiness. I've probably reached my limit before and gotten over it.
I wake up EVERY morning, ready to start a new day. There are days I'm a little behind, slept too late, not enough coffee, BUT for the most part I start every day in a great mood—I am, after all, the epitome of a morning person.
Doug is the POLAR opposite. He is so damn grouchy in the morning I can't stand it. He yells at the boys and invariably there is SOMETHING I have to hear the F-word about within the first half hour of the day. Sick of it, really, really, REALLY sick of it.
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