Lazy Summer Days
Isaiah's alarm goes off. I ignore it, but I can hear him roll over in bed to turn it off. Part of me wishes I didn't have to listen to his three alarms each morning, because now I can feel the ache in my hips starting to reach my nerve endings. But, it's what gets him through his morning routine in a timely manner, and it helps me to wake up before he heads off to work. And today, I need to wake up before he goes to work. I forgot to write a note reminding him to take out the trash this morning, so if I don't tell him, the trash won't get taken out until this afternoon when he comes back for lunch.
I roll over. Time to let my other hip feel some pain. He's half dozing, going through his phone. He notices me and lifts his arm so I can snuggle into his chest/shoulder. I stretch out my legs. It doesn't really do much to help my hips, but it wakes up the baby, who begins to move around. Isaiah can feel it too. I fall back asleep, trying not to drool on my husband. Eventually, the pain in my hip has reached maximum tolerance for the morning, so I roll back over, but just a few minutes later Isaiah goes to take a shower. I steal his pillows.
Isaiah comes back, kisses me good morning/bye, and this is it. "Hey, don't forget to take out the trash," I mumble. Mission accomplished.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me."
"Mmhmm. I love you." I figure I should tack that on, so he doesn't feel like I stirred myself towards consciousness this morning just to remind him to take out the trash. He heads out, and I listen carefully. I hear the sound of him taking the trash bag out of the trash, and I relax a little. Not for long, though, since I've got an active baby inside me, a need to pee, and I'm apparently awake now.
I eat, shower, get dressed, and dink around on Facebook. My finger also is hurting? for some weird reason I can't figure out. I ignore it. It'll probably go away in a few hours. I also figure I should be productive this morning, so I clean the bathroom. Not a difficult or long task, although bending over to clean the bathtub can become a little precarious, since I don't want to get cleanser on my shirt. I also consider finishing cleaning the baby dresser, but I'm hungry, so lunchtime.
There's leftover hamburgers in the fridge, so I prepare one. I'm a little sad that the hamburger isn't a hotdog (I love hotdogs so much), but this is good too. I also prepare some strawberry yogurt with Honey Bunches of Oats sprinkled on top. It's just as good as granola! I eat it while watching some Star Trek: The Next Generation. Or, as it appears by the episodes I watch today, Star Trek: William Riker Is Inexplicably Attractive To Every Single Sentient Woman.
I roll over. Time to let my other hip feel some pain. He's half dozing, going through his phone. He notices me and lifts his arm so I can snuggle into his chest/shoulder. I stretch out my legs. It doesn't really do much to help my hips, but it wakes up the baby, who begins to move around. Isaiah can feel it too. I fall back asleep, trying not to drool on my husband. Eventually, the pain in my hip has reached maximum tolerance for the morning, so I roll back over, but just a few minutes later Isaiah goes to take a shower. I steal his pillows.
Isaiah comes back, kisses me good morning/bye, and this is it. "Hey, don't forget to take out the trash," I mumble. Mission accomplished.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me."
"Mmhmm. I love you." I figure I should tack that on, so he doesn't feel like I stirred myself towards consciousness this morning just to remind him to take out the trash. He heads out, and I listen carefully. I hear the sound of him taking the trash bag out of the trash, and I relax a little. Not for long, though, since I've got an active baby inside me, a need to pee, and I'm apparently awake now.
I eat, shower, get dressed, and dink around on Facebook. My finger also is hurting? for some weird reason I can't figure out. I ignore it. It'll probably go away in a few hours. I also figure I should be productive this morning, so I clean the bathroom. Not a difficult or long task, although bending over to clean the bathtub can become a little precarious, since I don't want to get cleanser on my shirt. I also consider finishing cleaning the baby dresser, but I'm hungry, so lunchtime.
There's leftover hamburgers in the fridge, so I prepare one. I'm a little sad that the hamburger isn't a hotdog (I love hotdogs so much), but this is good too. I also prepare some strawberry yogurt with Honey Bunches of Oats sprinkled on top. It's just as good as granola! I eat it while watching some Star Trek: The Next Generation. Or, as it appears by the episodes I watch today, Star Trek: William Riker Is Inexplicably Attractive To Every Single Sentient Woman.
not even the weirdest thing to happen on Star Trek
My finger is still hurting. Since it hasn't gone away, I think it might be because I'm wearing my CTR ring on that finger and my hands have probably swollen a bit. I take it off and put it away. I haven't had any pain on my wedding ring finger though. Of course, those rings are much newer and haven't warped to my finger shape the way my CTR ring has. My finger still feels a little pain, and now it feels weird because I'm not wearing my ring. I decide to wait a few days and see how it goes.
Isaiah comes home for lunch while I'm cleaning the kitchen. We chat and he eats and we make our plan for dinner. Soon he has to return to work. I decide to take some time and work on cleaning the desk in our bedroom. It's a mess. Once it's cleaned off I try and dink around on the old desktop computer Isaiah set up. Maybe I can use it as a writing station. It's slow enough that I can't play on the Internet and get distracted, but fast enough that I can use Google Docs. I turn it on. Nothing happens. I go through and make sure everything is plugged in. It looks like it is. I text Isaiah and ask him if the computer even works. He says it does, and then asks if everything is plugged in. I told him I was pretty sure everything was, but I could be wrong and if he could take a look at it when he gets home.
The rest of the afternoon passes without incident. I cut up what's left of a watermelon we bought last weekend and proceed to eat about a third of it. Dinnertime rolls around and I begin making dinner. It should be done or almost done by the time Isaiah gets home. He gets home right in time to help me finish cooking and set the table. We eat, and I tell him about my day. After we eat, he goes to look at the computer. It wasn't plugged in. In my careful tracing of the cords, I somehow managed to get the computer cord mixed up with the printer cord (the printer was plugged in) and had thought it was plugged in. We plug it in, and then I spend the evening doing some writing while Isaiah plays a computer game on his laptop behind me.
Soon I get tired, and I lay down and watch him play his computer game for a bit, before I start getting ready for bed. After a while, he stops and we cuddle together and talk. I tend to get really chatty right as I'm supposed to be going to sleep, which sometimes irritates my husband. I tell him about how as I was cutting watermelon I had made up a silly song about it and was singing it by myself in the kitchen. He laughed and thought it was weird. I told him it was weird when I walk into the living room to see him standing in the middle of the room, laptop in his hand, just working on whatever he's doing. (Who just stands there? You've been standing working all day, why would you continue instead of sitting?)
The baby is starting to kick again. She had been fairly active throughout the day, but bedtime is really when she tends to kick it up a notch (pun intended). Just as I'm starting to get comfortable and tired, Isaiah reminds me that we should probably pray before we go to bed. I wonder why we never do this before I've gotten comfortable. I haul myself up and we pray. Afterwards, I try and position my body as comfortably as I can so I can fall asleep without the insistent beating of my daughter on the inside of my ribs. It doesn't go so well, but eventually I fall asleep.
The rest of the afternoon passes without incident. I cut up what's left of a watermelon we bought last weekend and proceed to eat about a third of it. Dinnertime rolls around and I begin making dinner. It should be done or almost done by the time Isaiah gets home. He gets home right in time to help me finish cooking and set the table. We eat, and I tell him about my day. After we eat, he goes to look at the computer. It wasn't plugged in. In my careful tracing of the cords, I somehow managed to get the computer cord mixed up with the printer cord (the printer was plugged in) and had thought it was plugged in. We plug it in, and then I spend the evening doing some writing while Isaiah plays a computer game on his laptop behind me.
Soon I get tired, and I lay down and watch him play his computer game for a bit, before I start getting ready for bed. After a while, he stops and we cuddle together and talk. I tend to get really chatty right as I'm supposed to be going to sleep, which sometimes irritates my husband. I tell him about how as I was cutting watermelon I had made up a silly song about it and was singing it by myself in the kitchen. He laughed and thought it was weird. I told him it was weird when I walk into the living room to see him standing in the middle of the room, laptop in his hand, just working on whatever he's doing. (Who just stands there? You've been standing working all day, why would you continue instead of sitting?)
The baby is starting to kick again. She had been fairly active throughout the day, but bedtime is really when she tends to kick it up a notch (pun intended). Just as I'm starting to get comfortable and tired, Isaiah reminds me that we should probably pray before we go to bed. I wonder why we never do this before I've gotten comfortable. I haul myself up and we pray. Afterwards, I try and position my body as comfortably as I can so I can fall asleep without the insistent beating of my daughter on the inside of my ribs. It doesn't go so well, but eventually I fall asleep.
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