He is trying so hard to let me have time to sleep. Unfortunately, I have been struck by the insomnia bug. Poor Mr. Barefoot comes home early, makes meals, and does laundry in attempts to take the pressure off me so that I can sleep. I ruin it by having my brain go into overdrive the minute my head hits the pillow, resulting in my wandering around the apartment getting in his way.
I would love to have the seemingly magic ability to fall asleep within 5 minutes of my head hitting the pillow, the way he does. It would make my life so much easier.
Mr. Barefoot leaves tomorrow for an overnight thing for work. Of course I am working, so I will be desperately sleep deprived by the time he comes home. I am hoping all goes well, though, as this has the potential to do great things for him and his company. I never would have thought that I would marry the kind of person who "handles accounts" and "wines and dines clients". Harder still to understand is his passion for his work. I guess it is good that he loves a job that pays fairly well, though, since my passion (and talents) lie in the realm of "work for peanuts".
Well, I am off to work (again)