Between the two of us, Paul and I are not big gift-givers.\u00c2\u00a0 This probably comes as an extension from me… I came from a family that celebrated holidays on a whim, sitting down to celebrate when we were able instead of when the calendar said we should.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe that defeats the point, but it’s one of those Military family sacrifices and that is what we did.\u00c2\u00a0 Now, as an adult, I regularly forget to plan ahead for holidays and don’t particularly mind that there is nothing under the tree for me or that my birthday goes by without fanfare.\u00c2\u00a0 It gives me excuse to indulge later… ’cause we didn’t celebrate that thing, you know?<\/p>\n
For Mother’s Day this year, knowing full well that we’re too crazy right now to have any all-about-Mom plans, I accepted that no one would remember anything.\u00c2\u00a0 So I proactively told Paul that I only wanted ONE THING for Mother’s Day… something free requiring absolutely no grand efforts on anyone’s part.<\/p>\n
I asked him to Never, Ever, Never Again move clothes that were folded or waiting to be folded from the bed to the floor, dresser top, or any other surface so that he could get into bed.\u00c2\u00a0 To simply put away and\/or fold and put away clothes and not just push them aside for me to deal with later.\u00c2\u00a0 Have I mentioned before that I’m a little neurotic…?\u00c2\u00a0 Well, clothes on dressers for days gives me an involuntary twitch.\u00c2\u00a0 I can’t help it.<\/p>\n
So tonight, when I came to bed roughly an hour after he’d already announced his impending bedtime, I was surprised that he was not in our room.\u00c2\u00a0 Then I remembered the laundry I had been working on during bathtime.\u00c2\u00a0 On the bed were whites (my least favorite laundry area) — towels, socks, socks, and more socks — to sort and put away.\u00c2\u00a0 They were on the bed, not moved to a dresser to await someone else’s effort.\u00c2\u00a0 Still there, waiting.<\/p>\n
Paul?\u00c2\u00a0 Instead of moving them to the bed to climb in and sleep, he honored my request… just not in the manner I’d hoped.<\/p>\n
He was sleeping on the floor beside Kate’s bed.<\/p>\n
Paul: 1.\u00c2\u00a0 Me: 0.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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