Sweet Justice

Marriage is full of ups and downs. One of the downs for us...well ME, is the fact that Travis is a heavy, which is an understatement, SLEEPER. Like I have been literally yelling his name in front of his face to wake him up and he doesn't move. If someone broke in our house to do harm, he'd wake up in eternity before he would ever wake up at home.

On more than one occasion, I've been out later and come home with my hands full. The doors are locked and I could've used a hand to at least UNlock the door. When I finally do get the door open, there he is, 5 feet away, dozing on the couch. A few years ago, right after Sage was born, I worked in a doctor's office that didn't close until midnight. I came home, went upstairs to go to bed and our BEDROOM door was locked. I was beating on the door, half screaming his name because I could not get in. Who did it wake up? My mom. Oh, and then there was the time that I was in LABOR with our CHILD in the HOSPITAL, and he was out cold on the couch. My MOTHER couldn't wake him up to help her help ME. So I've always had a bit of a chip on my shoulder about this.... hahaha....fast forward to last night.

Travis is working late, really late. I stay up for a while watching the ultimate search for the next coyote ugly, to see if I TOO have what it takes, and finally decide I've had enough. It's almost midnight. I roll over to go to sleep. I didn't sleep that well, I guess because he wasn't home, and I want to make sure he gets here safely. So occasionally, I would look out the window to see if his truck was there.

At about 2 am, I hear this tapping sound from downstairs. Chanel is still confined to the downstairs bathroom, so I'm thinking it's her, having just woke me up doing the same thing a few nights ago. I'm kind of in and out of consciousness, when I keep hearing that sound. I look out the window, and Travis's truck is home. So I'm thinking, "Goodness, Travis! Can you make her stop?!" I sleep for a little while LONGER. Finally, when I keep hearing it, I get out of bed, open the door to go downstairs, when I see the source of the taps, which is not Chanel. It is....drumroll.....wait for it.........TRAVIS with the door a centimeter open, or however far it is that the safety latches at the top allow, tapping as loudly as he could to wake me and not Sage. He was begging Mayer, who was watching helplessly from the kitchen, to bark. I knew I locked that one, but apparently when I went out to get Mayer, I had locked the back one too leaving Mista Spence with no way inside. He said he'd been out there for 30 minutes. I should feel bad about laughing at it even now....but I do not. Because I know if that were me, I may as well go to sleep in the car because he NEVER would have even woke up to see if I was there, much less hear me knocking. Until next time!