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A Battle of Wills


The Mr. and I fight, a lot. This isn't a cry for help, or really any big declaration. We're both stubborn, independent people. We butt heads, always think we're the correct ones and then we get over it. I guess you could say that we have an unique knack for driving each other crazy. It's a good thing we love each other!

So this morning I was driving him to work and I was talking about how I'm going to start getting up earlier that LN in the mornings. I haven't set an alarm in almost two years - I just wait for the little lady to get up, and then I get up too. Well, she's been getting up at 7:45, and that's just too late for me to be getting up. I have things to do people! So, anyway, I'm going to get up early from now on.

The Mr. told me good luck. Not in the, "Hey, good luck MP! I'm rooting for you!" More like the snarky, half-smile, uh-huh, sure kind of good luck.

Well, that stung.

So I told him that I have no problem getting up early. I am, by nature, a morning person. I used to work the opening shift at coffee shops, by choice! I liked getting up at 5:00 AM to be at work by 5:30. And plus, I just have a greater mental strength.

That might have been what set him off.

You see, the Mr. always sets his alarm to wake up early. Then I wake up, to wake him up, to shut off the alarm. I think he's actually gotten up early twice for non-work related things. Yeah, he's not a morning person.

Now, it's a matter of pride. I have to get up before LN tomorrow morning, or fear the teasing and "I told you so's" from the Mr. I'm pretty sure I can do it. I guess that just means that I need to go to bed before one AM tonight.

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  1. Good luck (in a nice tone)...I wish I could do that, but I am NOT a morning person.

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  2. So did you make it up before LN??!

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  3. I did! Not quite the 6:45 I set my alarm for, but by 7:05 I was downstairs and happily checking my email. Success!!

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  4. I'll have to admit that your proving me wrong so far! Darn. And I so love being right.

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