Earlier this week, Chris had a morning flight to Sacramento, so I told him I’d take him to the airport on my way to work. Normally I don’t get out of bed until right after Chris leaves for work, so getting ready while he was there proved to be quite the…experience.
[Before you think I live a life of leisure, lounging in bed until late morning, you should know that Chris normally is up and out of the house by 6:30 AM. I know, terrible.]
This particular morning, Chris “slept in” and awoke at 6:00 AM. I arose at 6:30 to find Chris completely clean, dressed, with his bags packed and ready to go. The rest of the morning went something like this:
Chris: Good morning! What’s going on?! What’s happening?!
Me: Blank stare.
And then after my shower…
Chris: What do we do now?! Oh, we’re busting out the tool-box! When do we use the power tools?!
Me: Blank stare.
Chris: This is so fun…It’s like a vacation!
Me: Umm, excuse me?
The next 20 minutes involved either Chris asking me, “What do we do now?!” or Chris staring out the window to see what was happening in the neighborhood, which, at seven o’clock in the morning, was absolutely nothing.
When it was almost time to leave, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and as I finished up, I though to myself, Well, Chris is probably in the living room, ready to go. However, when I opened the bathroom door, I was met with Chris…standing in the doorway…waiting for me*.
*Chris maintains that he had JUST gotten there and had NOT been staring at me the entire time I was brushing my teeth. Umm, okay, sure…
I can kind of relate to his antics. When I started waking up an hour early to go to work after our move, I felt like I was seeing this secret world that previously did not exist.
"Oh look at everyone jogging! People jog so early! And that guy is washing his car!? This is nuts!"
And yes. You are the only one who doesn't care about Jim and Pam. WHATS WRONG WITH YOU??
🙂 JK. I may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with television relationships.