Come on' man

When I got up to use the bathroom last night, I miscalculated the door and almost ran into the gun cabinet. It reminded me of a Michelle story. 

It was about 2am one morning and I got up to use the bathroom. I was so tired I could barely stand up. I crawled out of bed left foot first, then the right foot. Unsteady, I started my long 5 ½ foot journey to the bathroom. The first noise Chele heard was a loud squeal. I think this woke her up. I bumped into the doorway, missing my turn by mere inches. I heard her take a breath in, but she didn’t say anything, at least I don’t remember her saying anything. I was extremely tired. 

I backed up and took another shot at it and almost cracked my head open on the gun cabinet on the other side of the doorway.  You could hear the crack followed by a loud “Ouch”. I heard Chele chuckle this time. I finally collapsed onto the toilet, a loud thunk was heard as I hit the toilet seat. “Are you ok babe” she said from her knackered sleepiness. I mumbled something unrecognizable, I guess. I thought I said I was fine. Apparently, it sounded more like Russian. 

I came back to bed and we both started to giggle. You know that kind of giggle that you start and you just can't stop? 

Leave it to me to find a way to try knocking myself out in the middle of the night. Come on’ man.