Good Intentions. Sort of.

Before we had kids, I used to dote on Gabe. Then we had Jadyn, who was sick all the time. And then Ava (18 mos later) who screamed all the time. And then there was Hadley (19 mos later). Hadley was the 'easiest' baby, but when there are 3 kids ages 3 and under, it didn't matter. Gabe's days of doting were long over. I'm sure by now, he can barely remember the days the house was immaculate, his lunch was made and packed and I had the endurance to sit thru his choice of whatever zombie-sci fi-robot-shoot em up-movie he desired.

Long. Gone.

There are times I surprise him though. He said to me recently, "You always have something up your sleeve. I should know that by now." Last day at a job he hates? Surprise: friends over for build your own sundaes. Birthday? Surprise: start the day with pop tarts and end it with his family showing up with Blizzards. Anniversary? Surprise: Come home from work to find the kids are at grandparents and we are headed out to dinner.

I try and live by the motto, "It's the little things". Like his fave dinner or clean sheets or helping my family come up with really cool ideas for his Christmas gifts.

Back to sheets~
We both are a sucker for sheets fresh out of the drier. I usually only use half a drier sheet on clothes, but for our sheets? An entire drier sheet. I know, I know. Exotic living at it's finest. Then comes fall and Gabe starts hinting about getting out the flannel sheets. His hints get progressively less tactful as fall progresses and I ignore his hints, being that I strongly dislike flannel sheets.

Conversations start to sound like this:

Gabe: Hmmmm. October. Time for flannel sheets?
Me: Meh. Not cold enough.

Gabe: Hmmmm. Mid October. Where are the flannel sheets? Are they washed?
Me: Maybe. I don't know. I'll look tomorrow.

Gabe (as he crawls under the regular sheets): ACK! COLD! Did you find the flannel sheets?!
Me: *pretends to be asleep*
Gabe: *more exaggerated shivering noises*

At this point, I know I have dragged my feet long enough. So now we start making tiny baby steps to putting them on the bed.

Gabe: *exaggerated shivering noises*
Me: Hey- I found the sheets.
Gabe: GREAT! Can we put them on?
Me: No. They are too dusty from being stored all winter.
Gabe: *sigh*

Me: Look, I got the sheets in here. NEXT TO THE BED! They are practically on.
Gabe: Can we put them on tonight?
Me: Nope. I'm too tired/it's too late/a warm front just came through.
 **repeat for a week**

Friday, October 28th,
10:00 AM
I take off the 'good' sheets and wash them, fold them, put them away. Decide TODAY, Gabe will get his flannel sheets.

10:02 AM
Realize that I am leaving this evening (overnight) and probably won't have time to help him put the flannel sheets on before I go.

10:03 AM
Laugh evilly to myself.