Honey-do Hell

After Eva went to bed tonight, John and I decided to finish watching the second “Hunger Games” movie and started part 1 of the third movie. (Do you also have a hard time finishing a movie in a single sitting? Not sure if this is TBI related or simply over worked and exhausted parenthood…hmm…I digress.)

We paused and stopped the third movie at about 10:30. John rolled over and asked if I was ready to start our evening bedtime ritual of spooning. (I’ll skip his actual, more crass, language. Ha!) I said, “Well, yes, but you still need to see if the cats want in.” As he was bemoaning having to get out of bed to do this and I was starting to smile, I added, “And, you need to turn on the A/C.” (Which he’d asked me to remind him of before we started the movies.) Finally, I said, “And, turn on the fan.” Now, half way through my saying the fan piece, I was already throwing off the covers and getting out of bed to turn it on myself, knowing that it wasn’t fair of me to task him like that – TBI or no. We were both starting to laugh by now.

After getting the fan, I started to walk towards John and the bathroom. We were both giggling and he said, all mock-huffingly, “Here you are giving me a rapid fire to-do list and at this hour. You’ll wake up and the heater will be on, one cat will be inside, the other out, and I will have forgotten my medication but taken a viagra instead.”

I about fell over laughing. I’m not sure who else will find this situation as funny as we did. Thought I’d share a very current, very real, and very us moment regardless.

On a side note, some may be curious why we need both the A/C and the fan on while we sleep, especially when it’s 55 degrees at night where we live. Well, we have two cats that love to snuggle at night, we like to snuggle ourselves, and since having Eva, John regularly complains that I’m my own personal furnace at night. I or we roast each other nearly out of bed at night. Hence, the cooling aids.