…for both the hairy man-creature and baby-creature anyway.
Me? Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just there on the other side of the bed, sulking…longing for the ever elusive perfect zzzzs… and turning neon green with envy as I glower at the heartless schmucks gloating in their sleep (what an outrage!!!) … yes, I am taking their infuriatingly serene expressions and REMs as a direct affront against me. The father creature even has the audacity to accentuate his gloating with rhythmic monster snores of varying volume. (He’s musically challenged – oh yes you are , siree – but when it comes to acousticZZZZ, he doesn’t miss a beat).