I am NOT a morning person and my husband is...well, let me just tell you...he's like a fluffy little bird happily twittering about in the early morning sunshine - scary, I know - needless to say, we go to great lengths to stay out of each other's way and try not to, you know, talk...too much.
He hands me a hot steaming mug filled with the sweet elixir of life, as I stumble off to the shower.
Then, feeds the animals. I mean, the pets. The kids are old enough to fend for themselves, thank you.
"Turkey, roast beef or peanut butter?"
Also, makes their lunches.
"Nope, uh-huh, I don't think so and NO, because you just bought yesterday!"
And fields any (and all) of their questions - although, the children have not yet appreciated the fact that, in doing so, their father HAS saved them from encounters with the beast, that is their mother - bless his squishy heart.
By dinnertime, it's a whole different story!
So, he's a morning person and I'm...well, let me just tell you...I'm like a night owl. All bug-eyed and barrel-chested, with nerves jumping and ready for bear.
Seriously, at the end of the day, the man is an absolute grump!
"Oh, no...look out!"
Especially, when I do something totally unexpected and scare the bees-juice out of him!
[eyes go wide]
I grabbed his tie, pulled him closer and pointed toward the kitchen counter.
"They're coming to get you, Daddy!"
"Stop it, you're being STUPID!"
"They're coming for you, Daddy!"
[cracks a smile]
"Okay, now you're JUST weird."
"They're coming for YOU!"
[bites lower lip]
"Shhhh, the kids are watching!"
"Look, there comes one of them now!"
"Stop it, they'll hear you!"
"Here he comes now...GAH...I'm getting OUTTA OF HERE!"
I was able to crack through that tough-Daddy shell of his and I ask you, how could he NOT smile!?!
Honestly, with fries like these, what's NOT to love?
"Now, where's my beer?"
So, I guess what I'm saying is, contrary to popular opinion, opposites really DO attract - it's what helps keep the spice in our marriage, anyways - unfortunately, I must have commanded a little too much of The Boy's attention, for once.
Garth (not his real name) got up with him, last night - bless his squishy heart - because, The Boy very rarely calls out for, you know, me.
But, this time, it was ME who got up with the pets, made the lunches, etc...
So, you see, it all works out in the end.
"What's for dinner, tonight?"
[eyes go wide]
"Oooooh, I can't wait!"
Yes, there's only 6 more sleeps until Christmas and it's a stressful time for everyone.
"Momma, I don't feel so...[gulp]...BLAAAAAH!"
Especially, when yet other one of your kids wakes up sick and pukes all over the breakfast table...AGAIN!
What; you want fries with that?