My husband was exhausted by Sunday afternoon. On Saturday, he spent all day in the hot sun, hanging out on a lake with his friends. He slept a few hours, then was up early to go to church, lead worship, and preach.
After we got home from church, he was pooped. He fell asleep on the floor in the living room. Thankfully, he is a very sound sleeper, because he had little girls crawling all over him while he slept. I walked into the living room and found that the girls covered him up with all the blankets we had and two bean bag chairs.
They were jumping on him and over him, making their dolls sit on the "daddy mountain", and poking his face. He didn't move. Seriously, who sleeps like that?!? Not me!
Under that pile of blankets/bean bags is my husband.
Jumping on sleeping Daddy...
Olivia was tickling his feet, then jumping on the bean bag and laughing.
He claims he was awake and knew they were crawling on him, but he doesn't remember me taking pictures. Trust me, if he was awake, he would have remembered! The girls were trying to stand on top of the daddy mountain for the picture!
2 comments:
This TOTALLY happens at my house. When my hubby gets to that point of really needing a nap, he becomes oblivious to the world around him. I figure he's fair game for the kids if he's on the living room floor. If he'd wanted peace, he would have laid down in his bedroom!
That is hysterical! And really, who does sleep that hard? lol
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