See our house is totally opposite, I get up early, take myself downstairs feed the pets and have a nice quiet morning. My wife will arrive at bed at 1am, throw the bedroom light on, rattle all the drawers for PJ’s, loudly demand I wake up so I can watch whatever Facebook video she’s been watching and announce we should have a serious conversation about where we should book for holidays this year.
When I complain, it’s 1am and I gotta get up at 6:30 suddenly I’m the reason we never talk anymore…