Do any of you night owls (Melanie? Anybody?) have advice on how to get ready for the day in an efficient but stress-free way? I'm at my wits' end with our current morning routine. Scott isn't quite so frustrated, but he doesn't like it when I cry so I'm assuming he's on board with the idea of reducing stress. As long as he doesn't have to get up any earlier.
He already sets out his clothes and packs up his bag the night before. I pack his lunch. I've tried to implement a "Shower in the evenings" policy, with mixed success. (Mostly it's just moved the nagging to a different part of the day, which is kind of a lateral move in terms of stress levels.)
He's 23 years old, so it's not like I can restrict his video game privileges if he doesn't come downstairs and get in the car when he's supposed to. Plus, that would still involve me enforcing a routine from the outside. I know internal motivation isn't something you can force, so I'd settle for "How to not go crazy when your husband moans and flops about like a dying fish about for several minutes instead of GETTING OUT OF BED."
UPDATED TO ADD: Because Hyperbole and a Half makes every situation better, here is an artistic rendition of what Scott feels when I tell him to get out of bed in the mornings:
On a lighter note: Matthew learned how to climb stairs yesterday. And he has FIVE teeth now.
He's beating Teresa on the tooth front...she has three missing teeth and one more that's loose.
I cleaned the bathroom this week. It took me three days and I didn't even clean the tub (Scott does that), but I DID IT. The floor is very shiny. I like it. Not enough to not go several months in between moppings, though.
The other day, just for kicks, I decided to count up the number of calories that Scott eats in a day and came up with about 1400. And that's with breakfast. Sometimes he doesn't eat breakfast.
For the record: He's trying to gain weight, though obviously not very successfully. And he was offered several additional food choices, so it's not like he thinks that he can only eat what I offer him because we have a tight grocery budget. He just doesn't get hungry or something.
Remind me later to buy some bacon and douse everything I cook in butter.
Scott's breakfast request this morning: Half of an egg sandwich. HALF. As much as it pained me, I fulfilled this request. (I made up some egg salad yesterday in anticipation of not being able to eat meaty leftovers today, but when I offered it to him I kind of meant a whole sandwich.)
When I took out the piece of bread and contemplated cutting it in half, I thought to myself, "Self, if you use a knife the bread will get all mangled. Maybe you should try scissors instead."
So I took out my handy-dandy kitchen shears and cut the piece of bread in half. It worked marvelously. I am going to do that all the time from now on. (Up until the point at which I convince Scott that he's going to waste away to nothing with this "half a sandwich" nonsense.)
I LOVE this fall weather. The trouble is, it makes me want to bake things...pumpkin muffins, apple cobbler, chocolate chip cookies, caramel things... (I don't even know what I want to make out of caramel. Anything.) But we currently have more than enough muffins and desserts and things for me and Mr. Eats Like A Bird. *pout*
At least there's a lot more fall still left.
Here's a picture of Matthew sleeping:
For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!