Okay, my poor husband is allowed a little extra sympathy today. As I have posted about before, he is a night owl and I am very much a morning person. We have a well-established rhythm worked out for us where I awaken around 5:00 a.m. (or earlier), put the coffee on, come upstairs and then go back downstairs when I hear him start to putter about somewhere around 8:00 a.m. That changes though when he has morning boat because he has to get up at 6:00 and leaves the house around 7:15 on those days. He has had a string of such days, but this week he isn’t scheduled for mornings so he gets to sleep in. However, yesterday, I had a really early breakfast networking meeting and was out of the house by 6:40, leaving him going peacefully back to sleep. I was supposed to have an 8:30 meeting this morning, although that has been changed and I forgot to tell him. The stage is now set for what follows.

I awakened a couple of minutes before 5:00 and my husband stirred enough for me to say, “I’ll be back down at 6:00.” I really, truly, honestly thought he was teaching a class all day today which meant he needed to be up at 6:00. I hadn’t told him my meeting was postponed, so evidently he thought that I meant I would be back down at 6:00 to get dressed for my meeting. Ergo, I come down right before six, going about with morning tasks to include pouring him a mug of coffee in his to-go cup, warming him a slice of pizza (yes, but that’s the subject of another post), and notice that he seems to have closed his eyes again and hasn’t turned on the television as is his immediate habit. My, “Hey, what’s the deal?” was met with a decidedly puzzled look and that’s when I discover that he doesn’t have a class today and he discovers that I don’t have a meeting until 9:30. Needless to say, telling him to just drift on back to sleep isn’t going to work very well at this stage. The only good thing is that he can at least lounge about for a bit and not have to be in a hurry. Ah well, he should get to sleep in tomorrow and Friday.