12:54 and I am still up... not sure how.
I'm off tomorrow, but not Saturday, so at about 11:30 tonight I decided I wanted to try to clean/pick up the house so that I wouldn't have to do it tomorrow. I wasn't nesting. I promise. I was just CLEANING. You know, dirty dishes in the sink, put up towels that I washed yesterday, that sort of stuff.
Around midnight I walked from the kitchen into the living room and noticed my carpet was GROSS. Two little dogs + Stephen not EVER taking his shoes off in the house = really nasty carpet every 24-48 hours. I was standing there debating on whether or not I had the energy to do a quick vacuum around the living room or if I just wanted to save it for tomorrow. (I was leaning towards just doing it tonight. It was BAD.)
Stephen asked what I was thinking... and when I told him, he sighed and said softly, "Don't vacuum the floor tonight, baby," in that oh-my-gosh-you're-crazy/stupid-for-cleaning-at-midnight voice. I proceeded to point out all the nasty stuff in the carpet to try to convince him that I'm not crazy for wanting to vacuum right now. Well, after 30 seconds of a whiny voice in his ear pointing out all the yucky stuff in the carpet, he snapped his head up from the computer monitor and said "OKAY! Vacuum right now - I get it!!"
I turned around on my heel, went to the bathroom, and cried while taking a shower. I just want clean carpet, people!!
When I got out of the shower, he apologized for snapping at me and said there's nothing wrong with cleaning at midnight -- or whenever I feel like it.
And then he vacuumed the floors for me!