My poor husband...

Dave has been working nights on one of our jobs. We got a contract to remodel a Guard Shack and because it is maned 24 hours we had to do the work at night. So Dave has been leaving after dinner and then working all night. The last couple of days he has been laying the tile and for any of you who have done tile if you don't wear gloves it is brutal, with the grout containing lye. So last night when he got home I was asleep and I guess he was just miserable from grouting without wearing gloves, because at about 2:00 he woke me up to get him some lotion, so being the nurturing caretaker I am, I get up and find him some. I put it on his night stand saying "there you go". So a few hours later he wakes me up again asking for more lotion and as kindly as I can I say "it is on your night stand", (you don't want to know what I was really thinking). So this morning when we got up I asked him how his hands were and he said "oh they are so dry can I use your lotion" and by now I am crazy because I got up in the middle of the night to get him the freakin' lotion. So I snap "Dave it is right there" and he says "geez, I didn't know if you had any" and I said "Dave I got it for in the middle of the night when you woke me up begging for it" and he got this confused look on his face and says "I don't remember that, I must have been asleep, sorry". Poor guy was in so much pain he was asking for a remedy in his sleep, so I felt a little bad for snapping at him, but only a little because he did wake me up twice after all!