Friday morning, I went to the gym, then to the grocery store.
Our local HEB is amazing at 6:10 a.m.
The shelves are almost full, the stockers working furiously.
There is a special fresh asparagus I love, packaged. I grabbed 6 packages, none to expire prior to 1/20/13. YAY. Score!
I come home, lug in three flats of water before ThatManILove, who is furiously working on a super major major project on his computer, even realizes it. And the groceries, too.
TMIL: Babe. I’m sorry.
Me: No big! I’m good.
And I start unloading groceries, trying to be quiet.
I get to the asparagus. And I just have to celebrate.
Me: Babe. I knocked it out of the park on this asparagus.
TMIL: (gets up from the table) Babe, I gotta talk to you. I really cannot get distracted. And your tone startled me! Why would you be upset at this time of the morning?? Please, I’m almost at the deadline, I’m really making headway and…What? Where are you going?
(About at the headway part, I actually stuck my fingers in my ears, turned around, and headed for the bedroom.)
(Oh, yes, I did.) (I'm like 10 years old or something.)
TMIL: What’s going on? Why would you have that tone this morning? Are you okay?
Me: Listen to me. Let me tell the story from my perspective.
TMIL: What perspective? I know exactly how this went down.
We are flat talking over each other. He thinks he’s right. I know I’m right (and therein, the mystery ends. If it doesn’t, it should. Ya know??).
We finally get quiet.
Me: Yeah? Wanna listen, then? Let me paint you a picture.
He did decide to listen. I talked. He looked at me quizzically.
TMIL: Seriously?? Babe?? That's what happened?
Me: Seriously. Freaking asparagus. I guess I needed to celebrate asparagus.
We laughed.
I’m so proud of the work he’s doing on this project but hooooooly mooooooly it’s taking a lot out of him!
It’s never boring around here.
Monday evening, ThatManILove arrived home from a weekend retreat.
I picked him up, and we went to Outback to eat, and run some errands.
When we got home, we got ready for bed, talked, and I started trying to go to sleep. He was playing some gambling game on his iPad, and laughing at his fellow gamblers, trashtalking.
It was cute and I got a little tickled, listening to him as he told me what they were all saying.
And then, my OTC sleep meds kicked in. And if I get past that “go to sleep” threshold, I won’t sleep all night.
He was trying to be quiet, but they were pretty funny.
Me: Babe, please let me sleep. I’ve not been sleeping well since you’ve been gone, and what with 5 a.m. workouts, I’m exhausted.
Him: Sorry, babe. I know. (and then...Giggle. Snort.)
Me: I do have a glass of water over here, I’m not afraid to use it.
Him: (Laughing) I’ll be good, and quiet, I promise.
I’m asleep, and I’m awakened by ThatManILove, again. This time, he has gone into the kitchen for something, and made some noise.
Me: Baaaaaaaabe. Please?
He gets Him: Oh, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were asleep yet. (as he pats my arm)
Me: Will you scoot over here beside me? I'm cold.
He does. Well, his foot does, and he's trying to tickle me with it and not lose his place in his game. I get more aggravated with him.
Him: I'm sorry, babe, I'll quit.
And then, he does it again.
Really? Really, Big Boy?
I grabbed that tall glass of water, and dumped it on him.
He screamed in shock! And then, we both dissolved into laughter. (I know. I'm brave, aren't I?)
Me: I warned you!
Him: That’s cold! Babe, I told you I was sorry! (he’s laughing, trying to move wet covers. Soooo glad he's laughing! Looking back, I still can’t believe I did it!)
It’s never boring around here!
