This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m fairly certain it’s nearing that time. I’m on the fourth week of birth control pills (the ones you take while you’re bleeding). Any day now…

I’m irritable. Annoyed. At everything. Snapping about things that I usually brush off or don’t notice. Then he sends me the sweetest text. Well, you might not think it’s that sweet, but that’s the dynamic of our relationship.

“They wrong a song about me! OMG!”

“?”

“Listen to Another Nine Minutes”

So I did. And it’s perfect. Because I always gripe about him hitting the snooze button. I would rather set the alarm for when I want to wake up and just wake up when it goes off. He sets it for an hour, or more, before he intends to get up and hits the snooze button over and over. The noise wakes me up and annoys me. Even more when I don’t have to get up. It’s been my biggest pet peeve for our entire marriage, which I guess isn’t too bad considering the things some married couples bitch about.

And that’s why I love him. Because he can turn anything into a smile. He knows me so well. Even my biggest pet peeve will now be softened into a smile when I think about the words to that song.

I’m such a lucky woman.