I don't ask for much....except this,,,

I'm pretty low maintenance. I don't ask for much in life. (Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of my husband choking on disbelief right now. Shut it Jordan.)

I realize that with marriage and motherhood, few things are sacred. I don't remember the last time I used the bathroom without one of the kids all up in my space, or offering to wipe my butt. As far as food goes, forget it, as soon as my plate hits the table their grubby little paws are all over it. I don't even want to know where my tooth brush has been. And you know what, I'm OK with it! Seriously. I've come to terms with it.

BUT there is one thing...just ONE small thing that I refuse to share. In fact, I won't even remotely share. And that's my pillow....that's right, MY PILLOW. Don't friggin touch it. I will cut you. Limbs will be lost.

You see, I love my pillow. Its my little slice of heaven. It's the perfect balance of firmness and comfort. I've worked hard to shape and mold it to such ultimate perfection! Do I seem a little neurotic about my pillow? WELL I AM! And that means don't touch it, don't breathe on it, don't sweat on it, don't look at it, don't even THINK about it. If I even think my pillow has been touched, I have to change the pillowcase. No joke. A pillow...That's not too much to ask for, right??

So tell my why, as I type this, Little Miss Presley is snuggled up in her bed fast asleep on MY PILLOW!!!! The hooligan! The thief!! Is nothing sacred in this house?!?!

{My dear sweet pillow...oh, and Presley too}

I have no words for this ultimate betrayal.

I'm going to go mourn now....

Happy Thursday Amigos!

ps- Dear Blogger, thanks for being a complete pain and deleting my post 3 effing times and not working ALL DAY. you suck giant monkey balls.