This is #3.
Today I woke up at like 5:30 am. I hear birds chirping. This stupid one outside my window that makes me have to get up and shut it.
I hear a few doors slamming shut downstairs. Letting the dog out and in through 3 doors, etc. So that tells me he is up.
The cat chasing a bug through my room.
Yep, I’m awake for the day. At 5:30 am. Not normal for me.
I decide that since I have my phone upstairs, I am going to text him. “Hey babe, everything ok? I see you are up” His response is that everything is good.
Well, since it’s so early and the kids are still sleeping, I want to go downstairs and get it on. Not yet he tells me. His back is sore (and he has some texting to do). Fine. Never been turned down. EVER.
But I digress.
I get downstairs, we are sitting there watching TV, and his phone rings. Mind you it is still only 6:45 in the morning. Who could be calling this early? What could they need?
It is his friend. HER!!!! UGH!!!! WTF!!!!!
So, when he gets off the phone, he tells me that she called to tell him that her apartment was just broken into. Poor baby again! Just 5 days after her supposed “carjacking”
I am thinking to myself, come on. Are you kidding me? This nutcase is a magnet for trouble. And this is the second (or fourth if you count the pregnancy and electric issue) “Oh whoa is me…” issue that she had to share with him.
Before I can express my thoughts to him, he says he wonders if she tells him these things to get his attention. Ya think?