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It’s just that, well, earlier I accidentally sent a post out with a headline referring to some fantastic inspirational Barbie dolls as “Kiss-Ass” instead of “Kick-Ass.” I don’t know if this was an autocorrect error or some sort of Freudian slip, a deep-seated resentment towards Barbie with her perfect skin and hair, but I want to make it clear that any Barbie modeled after Amelia Earhart is obviously Kick-Ass and not a kiss-ass.
The below is just a bonus.
They say opposites attract, but my husband and I are a lot alike. We both love to sleep late and get kind of bitchy when we’re low on Z’s.
Our mutual love of lazy Sundays kept us perfectly in sync when we were dating, but not so much once we had our first baby. Sleep-deprived and hostile, we spent more time keeping score than enjoying our new roles as parents. “She got up at the crack of dawn, and you just rolled over and went back to bed,” I would gripe. “But you passed out at 8:00 p.m., and I got up with her at midnight!” He’d yell back.
We weren’t truly angry with each other; we just needed more sleep. So much more sleep. And since it could have been years before that happened naturally, we took matters into our own hands with a radical new plan. Every Saturday morning, Dave would sleep as late as his heart desired. On Sundays, it was my turn.
And it was miraculous.
No matter how little sleep I got on an average night, just knowing my personal sleep-in day was coming was enough to power me through the whole week. It was a mental game. So what if I’m up with the baby four times tonight, I get to sleep in this weekend!
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