After the whole sleep vs. phone call thing yesterday, I actually overslept AGAIN today. This time, I missed Eric's middle of the night call. I woke up to a room full of sunlight. Panic.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone. I called Eric immediately, brain still foggy. He was in a meeting but stepped out to make sure I was okay. My sleepy voice was a dead give-away.
"Amy Lynn," he said sweetly, "did you over sleep?!"
That's when I blew it.
"It's not my fault," I said as though I was an incapable child, "I told Alexa to wake me up but when she did, I must have told her to turn off in my sleep."
"Alexa? Alexa is responsible for you now?"
Oh geez. That did it. My husband suddenly became a comedian and the entire day has been filled with texts from "Alexa" to Amy. Ha ha. He's pretty funny. I'm starting to miss him even more; something I didn't think was possible.
"I miss you," I pouted.
He's assured me Alexa will keep me company until he comes home.