Sometimes I like to pretend that my husband and I were "destined" to be together like some princess fairy tale. But it just isn't true. We did go to high school together....a class of 30 some. And when we tell that to people that don't know us, they ALWAYS say "Awww, so you were 'high school sweethearts!'" Um.....no..... We actually claim that we didn't like each other at all. I was a cheerleader and "portrayed" a goody-good girl, even though I wasn't most of the time. And well, he was straight out all bad news!
However, I do find it odd that we both submitted this senior pic to be in our year book. It's basically the same picture! And if you ask me, well that must be some sort of destiny!
(I really like how my pants go past my belly button)
(I really like how my husband has the start of a mullet going on)
Let's get on with it, the real reason I am writing this blog today is to tell you how sleepless I am.
My husband is not only a farmer, he also works for a warehouse. He gets up everyday around 3:30am. And he is NOT quiet! So we have resorted to each having our own bedrooms. How romantic, right?
So last night the girls snuggle in with me. And all I can hear is music. Not just any music, it's Sublime! And it's coming from the barn...I just know it! I get it up and press my ear to all the windows facing the barn. Yes, I swear I can hear every lyric.
(ha, see what I did there! I added lyrics and notes to the barn!!!)
So I don't go turn the music off.....because some mad man might be out there. I've watched too much of America's Most Wanted. Instead I go back to bed. I can still hear the music and it reminds me of my college days. Now I can't sleep. I am having flash backs of college. I toss and turn. Then ask little Alli, "Do you hear that?" She says "What?" I say "Music?!" She says "No, I just hear the clock."
Okay, great. Now I don't hear music anymore. I just hear the clock in the living room. Then I notice our clock doesn't tick-tock. It just ticks......
(by they way....i took this picture this morning....at 9am! It was like 10:30pm last night! Party animal, I know!)
Well the ticks must have finally put me to sleep, because next thing I hear is husbands alarm beeping. And then....this is what happens every morning......................He goes to the bathroom --in his bathroom which is upstairs and located right above my bedroom and then flushes the toliet. I swear the pipes from that bathroom go all over like a maze behind my bedroom walls. It is so loud. Next he turns on the shower and lets it run.....to warm it up? I don't know. While the shower is warming up and running water all down the pipes that surround my room, he comes stomping down the steps to the kitchen to make coffee. Turns on the brightest biggest light in the kitchen. Now he goes back up the stairs.
Okay so at this point- I am laying in bed. Surrounded by the sound of water running down my walls and now I have to listen to the coffee pot gurgle. And a spot light blaring into my room.
Finally his shower is done and coffee is done. I think I usually briefly fall back to sleep here. And then............beep..beep....beep..beep....it's the microwave. Now he is making himself breakfast. I can hear him open the frozen blueberry pancakes, sit them on a paper plate, close the microwave door and push start. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Next I can hear him open the fridge, take out the syrup, slam the fridge shut. Then he sits down to eat said pancakes. KLANK! What's that??? OH My Gosh!!!! I think it was silverware! Now I can't sleep. "Why is he using a metal fork...when we have perfectly good plastic ones!!!???"
(proof he used a real fork)
Next he makes himself his lunch for the day. I have asked him numerous times to make this before he goes to bed....it would save him some time....and give me so much sleep! But he says he has a "routine." He opens every drawer several times. I can hear them all glide open and shut. What he is doing--- I don't know. One drawer has ziploc baggies. One has containers. One has the plastic forks. (Maybe today I will combine them all into one drawer!!!) Then I can hear him dishing out leftovers into containers. I swear he is packing enough food for a 5 day hike. And speaking of hiking, I can hear every step he makes. It sounds like he is walking in a 5k race. Seriously, I measured our kitchen floor this morning...it is 8 steps by 7 steps. Everything should be within arms reach! At this point I start to kick my feet loudly on the bed- hoping he can hear that he has woken me up. That doesn't work so I let out a big annoyed sigh.
Oh my goodness. I think it worked. He went outside. And started his pickup. Wait......what's this........he's BACK!!!!!!!!!! Must be letting the pick up 'warm up' in August...?? Now he is putting ice cubes in a cup. And now he is pouring hot coffee over the icecubes.....I can hear the cubes cracking...............
(the now famous coffee cup and lunch)
Finally I hear him grab a granola bar.....lights go out and door shuts...........AHHH.....finally........sleep.
Not yet! Now the dog is barking................She barked 36 times in a row. I counted....oh wait....add on 5 more barks.
(Miss Daisy....she's not very photogenic, is she?)
Finally, I must have fallen asleep. Only to be woke up by an annoying fly...I even tried hiding under the covers.....but it wouldn't leave me alone. I decided I must smell like horse poo and that is why the fly loves me so......so I got up.........
And then the husband came home early from work....and look who's sleeping.....it's not me!
I love you honey! I really do!
I just love to sleep too!