My fate is harsh, even when I try to sleep in, I get woken up.

Finally, the weekend arrived, so I, your average uncle, decided to treat myself. I indulged in a luxurious lie-in all the way until 'a whopping 6 AM'. Just as I was basking in the blissful luxury of an extra hour of sleep, the bedroom door was violently flung open! My wife, as if seeing a ghost, shrieked: "Ahhh~~ Honey! Why are you still in bed?! You're late! Hurry up and get up, you have to go to work!" Startled, I snapped awake and then, with an air of sophisticated enlightenment, patted the covers and said: "My dear, calm down~ It's Sunday today, no work! Did you get confused with the holiday? Hehe." My wife paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes and said: "Yeah, it's a holiday, but it's Saturday, not Sunday! You're the one who remembered it wrong, okay?!" In that instant, I, who thought I was standing at the peak of intelligence with my elegant counter-attack, was instantly reduced to my original form. Lying in bed, I silently pulled the covers over my face – turns out, one of us forgot it was a holiday, and the other forgot what day it was. Is this the kind of synergy middle-aged couples have? 💡 Today's realization: The scariest thing on a holiday isn't going to work, but both spouses' brains taking a holiday simultaneously. 💥 Breakdown Index: ★★★☆☆ ❓ If I close my eyes again right now, can I reset my memory to 'Today is Saturday'?