Spencer usually goes to bed before I do, which is OK because he gets up WAY before I do. He usually leaves a light on in the bathroom, and it's usually a glow stick or a flashlight. Here is what I found in our bathroom when I went to bed last night.
The set up:
I was reading a post about keeping marriages happy through laughter, and I decided to share a couple of funnies that Spencer has said. We laugh together all the time. In fact, when I stopped teaching preschool, Landon said, "Now who are we going to laugh at?" Simultaneously Spencer and I said, "You!" Because life is funny.
Spencer and I were on our first cruise. We had gotten up early and stayed up late for several days in a row, and we were exhausted. Our cabin was in "the bowels of the ship," which, BTW, is FABULOUS because it's dark and you just get rocked to sleep. (Hmmm... Cruising bliss!) Anyway, we were lying in the bed in our dark, rocking cabin. I was sure Spencer was already asleep (because he does that), and I heard someone come literally staggering down the hall outside our door. Whoever it was kept bumping loudly into the walls and doors. Every second or two he'd mutter some slurred, incoherent oath. And then, just outside our door, it happened: he lost everything in his stomach. My mind was racing: "Ew! There's vomit out there! I wonder if that guy has passed out. Why is drinking fun?" etc., when out of the blackness came Spencer's sleepy voice: "Clean-up on Aisle 6."
I wish I could paint the word picture for you so you would know how hilarious this was. I thought he was asleep. I was having visions of something terrible. And all he says--totally drypan--is "Clean-up on Aisle 6." I laughed so hard I had to stand up so I could breathe. OK, maybe I was a little punchy from lack of sleep, but you're gonna have to believe me, we both laughed ourselves silly.
The next one happened just a week ago: While we were in California, we stayed at a hotel. Spencer and I were awake before the kids, so we got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. After we sat down, we started discussing the options of a possible move. I was glad for the discussion, and I said to Spencer, "I don't really think you and I are on the same page on the house thing." He said, "Okay, this is a good time to get on the same page. You wanna go first?" I replied, "No, you first." He said, "Well, you should know that I am good with having sex any time you want it. That's about 3/4 of my page." I'm just glad I didn't have a mouth full of juice at the time.
Landon and Taylor are tired of this trip. They want to go home. Taylor is quiet about it. He just sits like a bump. It bugs me. Landon, on the other hand, is very vocal about it. It bugs me more. Today I told Spencer we should just let them go home. They are going to leave in the morning. Is it bad that I'm kinda relieved? The girls are opting to stay. I'm glad they want to stay, but frankly, it would have been OK if they wanted to go home, too.
We planned to spend today in San Francisco. We got on the freeway at 12:50 p.m. Since it takes close to three hours to get to SF and park, we didn't have a lot of daylight time. We had a nice dinner together at Wipe Out on Pier 39. We looked in some shops. We didn't go to Fisherman's Wharf. We didn't go to Alcatraz. We didn't go to Ghirardelli Square. We didn't really go anywhere, because nobody can agree. We did drive over the Golden Gate bridge and take the northern route home through wine country. It was actually a really fun time together, but it seems a shame to go to San Fran and not get to see much of it. The kids thought it was great, though. They'll tell their friends they went to San Francisco (which they did), and they will feel great about that.
On the flip side, my sweetheart took my hand in the car. Have you ever noticed how sometimes that is all you need?
This Friday is our wedding anniversary. Since Spencer is in charge of our finances right now, I have been waiting for him to give me some money so I could go get him a card and a gift.
But TODAY I came home to MY gift--A LAPTOP!!! I can't believe it.
I go back to school on September 1st. With as much time as he's been spending on house hunting and bill paying, I've been wondering how I was going to commandeer the laptop to do my schoolwork. But NOW I don't have to commandeer anything. I HAVE MY OWN LAPTOP!
I know, I know. Welcome to the 21st century.
DANG! I LOVE the 21st century!
