Riding The Couch...

Last night I was going to the bathroom, and all of the sudden I heard a loud "thump" on the wall in the room next to me. (it's directly beside our bed). Directly after the thump, Lexie starts WAILING!!

I ran into the bedroom, and Lexie is on our bed screaming bloody murder, and the first thing outta my mouth was:

What did you do to her?

My DH FLIES Off the handle... "All I did was take my pillow from her. There was another one underneath it, I didn't think it would be a problem..."

I didn't even say anything at all after that, and he freaks out on me and makes it sound like *I* am the bad guy (note: I wasn't even IN the bedroom when she started crying) and that I always accuse him of hurting them when really he didn't do anything (another note: my kids are wankers most times, and they cry on the drop of a hat if it means that their sisters or brother--or even sometimes my DH-- might get in trouble for it)....

So, all in about 35 seconds tim, he's decided he's sleeping on the couch. He grabbed his precious fan (good riddance- the thing makes me cold and sick), his blanket and pillow, and he went in the living room.

I didn't even do anything.

Lexie was still crying, so I scooped her up and held her. I tried to coax him back to the bedroom, but that just wasn't happening... so I cuddled with Boo instead.

So much for our "third of the month."

I just feel like he's wasting time. Any other day he woulda been happy to sleep with me. But on a night that it's important... he's sleeping on the couch.

Whatever.