Last night I went to bed before my husband. He comes in after I am in a deep sleep. Turns on the light mad for over an hour because he can't find some pair of pants he purchased while I was at work. Not respecting my need for sleep. This went on for an hour. Him complaining that I have too much clothes but now I am down to one Tupperware container of clothes. I tried to sleep while he was raging around the house. This morning I woke up with my clothes everywhere. Shit I don't even wanna own that amount. Today is my birthday....everyone slept in. MY husband slept in until he had to go to work.....which is the only time I get to see him...but perhaps I didn't want to see him anyways. I tried to get my daughter to run and get me McDonald's but she would rather sleep. I just felt like no one really cared and would prefer my day is over. All this momma wanted was some sleep. I am down to four hours day.