My husband really is a very good husband, but he can be so frustrating it makes me want to smack him upside the head. For instance, last night he called me here at work, and asked me if there was anything in particular I'd like him to take care of yesterday evening, since he'd be home by his self, while Izzy and I were at VBS. I said yes: finish trimming the hedges (we'd started Sunday but ran out of time) and clean your room. We call our extra bedroom "Chris's room" because he won't share a closet with me. Says I'll take up too much room. Maybe I would, but I doubt we'll ever find out. So Chris thinks it's perfectly fine to pile up that bed with EVERYTHING. Honest to God, there is a three foot pile of his clothes, files, gifts, books, etc - things he was supposed to put up - all piled across an entire double bed. It's ridiculous. For the first year and a half we lived in our house, he kept the door shut. I finally convinced him that we didn't spend all that time redecorating it for him to keep it closed off.
It's really a passive-aggressive way of irritating me, him not putting things away. And it succeeds tremendously.
So I get home last night, and he looks up from his position lying beside the floor return, which he has just finished vacuuming out. I may not have mentioned that I got him a Dyson vacuum for our anniversary, so every inch of our house has now been swept twice a day since. He very excitedly has me follow him outside, where he has put up my hammock. Let me tell you, that's a little piece of heaven there. It's a double size one, so all three of us laid down. It was wonderful. We were swaying under the dusk sky, and it was so peaceful. One of our dogs climbed up on top of us too. It was just one of those perfect moments. Chris says, "I'll do just about anything to get out of cleaning that room up, won't I?" We laugh together. Chris, because he really thinks he's that funny, and me, because I really think he's joking. He's not.
I LOVE my hammock. I love that it's now put up. But why couldn't he just tidy up that room?? Why in the world specifically ask what needs to be done, if doing it was not the intention???
Anyhow...Izzy slept until about 3:30 last night, at which point he shrieked. I went down the hall to find him facing the head of his bed, rubbing his eyes, and looking terribly disoriented. I laid him back down and pulled up the covers, and he stretched his arms over his head. I got a paci and gave it to him, and he went right back to sleep. It was soooo nice. He slept until I got him up at 7:55 to get him changed and out the door.
Here's you a cute Izzy story: Our black dog, Gammie, was sleeping on the couch the other day (where she is forbidden to lie, of course) and Izzy walked up to her and picked up her foot. He brought it to his mouth, then stopped short and looked at me and laughed. He was pretending to nibble her toes like we nibble his. Or else he just got caught. Either way, he is one funny kid.
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