So, husband usually beats me at getting out of bed in the mornings, and it's because I'm usually getting to bed a lot later than he does. It doesn't help that I don't get home until midnight on nights I work, which sucks. A lot. This morning wasn't any different. Husband got out of bed and started working on his homework, while I took over our bed. It was wonderful.
And then I woke up.
I'm cranky in the morning, and husband usually comes back into bed when I've woken up, so that he can combat my crankiness, and cuddle. But I had to pee, and didn't want him squishing my bladder. So I asked him if he would go potty for me. He said no. Then I asked he he'd cup his hands underneath me, so I didn't have to get out of bed, he said no again. Husband asked if I wanted a bed pan, and I said, "Yep, but only if you're cleaning it out." and then he swore at me and told me I wasn't disabled. When I protested he said, mentally doesn't count, get your ass outta bed and pee yourself.
What a fun suck.