Getting Me Out of the House
Getting me out of the house in the mornings is always a challenge for Casey. We carpool together to work. Have I ever mentioned that? We live quite a ways from our places of work and with the price of gas as high as it is, we decided it would be best to carpool. It saves us a ton of money each month. My office is right on the way to his so he drops me off and then continues on another twenty to thirty minutes to his work. Casey is baffled why it takes me so long to get ready. I get up a little before five in the morning. He gets up about 45 minutes later. No, I don't spend all that time primping and prepping myself to get ready. I usually get up, follow Guinness to his food dish, feed the cat, the dog, and grain the horses if they are in their stalls, then go take a shower. After I dry my hair and finish getting ready I make our lunches and get started on breakfast. By this time, Casey is in the shower. As I'm finishing up our breakfast and lunches he does whatever remaining chores that are left (turning out the horses and giving them hay and feeding the chickens). I make the bed, get our things together so they are ready when we head out the door. As Casey is finishing his breakfast he asks me, "Are you ready?"
Then I always wonder to myself: I'm standing here with frizzy undone hair. Does it look like I'm ready? But I just respond by saying, "No, not yet but almost!" Then he sighs. I go into the bathroom and do my hair which literally takes one minute or less while Casey puts Sam in his kennel.
"Come on, let's go!" he says.
"I'm coming, I'm just looking for my shoes..."
Then there is another sigh.
"Do you have your phone?" he asks, because I usually forget it at least once a week.
"I don't know, maybe,"
Another sigh followed by a sarcastic, "Really?" I ignore him. Having my phone with me isn’t as important to me as it is to him. We drive together, I sit by a phone all day at work, which he has the number for, and everyone who would need to get in contact with me knows my work number and e-mail address. I rarely use my phone.
He finds my phone for me, which is usually dead, grabs my lunch, and says, "I'll be out in the car..."
"Okay!" I say as I slip on my shoes.
Then he walks back in the house and almost hits me with the door (accidentally) because he forgot something. I run out to the car, hop in, and buckle my seatbelt as he gets in. As I open my can of Diet Dr. Pepper, he pulls out of the driveway. On special mornings, like one last week, my soda explodes all over my lap and I say, "Oh, we have to stop. I need to change my pants..."
"No you don't, you look fine," he responds.
"Yes, I do! I just spilled soda all over my lap and if I don't change my pants I'll be sticky and nasty all day today!"
I hear a HUGE sigh from Casey as he turns around in our tiny driveway as I say, "I'll be quick!"
A minute later he's cranky and asking me what took so long. I just ignore him and we go on about our way to work. After several failed attempts and leaving the house, the time is now 6:35 and we are five minutes later than what he would like to be. He won't be late for work though. The only time he was late for work was in a snow storm. He just likes to be there early. His crankiness doesn't last long, either. Five minutes later he reaches over to hold my hand and we listen to the radio together on the way into work. Neither one of us feel like talking much, so it's just a nice, quiet ride into work. Sometimes I lean the seat back and sleep for a while on the drive, and he gives me his hat so the sun doesn't shine on my eyes.
Then I always wonder to myself: I'm standing here with frizzy undone hair. Does it look like I'm ready? But I just respond by saying, "No, not yet but almost!" Then he sighs. I go into the bathroom and do my hair which literally takes one minute or less while Casey puts Sam in his kennel.
"Come on, let's go!" he says.
"I'm coming, I'm just looking for my shoes..."
Then there is another sigh.
"Do you have your phone?" he asks, because I usually forget it at least once a week.
"I don't know, maybe,"
Another sigh followed by a sarcastic, "Really?" I ignore him. Having my phone with me isn’t as important to me as it is to him. We drive together, I sit by a phone all day at work, which he has the number for, and everyone who would need to get in contact with me knows my work number and e-mail address. I rarely use my phone.
He finds my phone for me, which is usually dead, grabs my lunch, and says, "I'll be out in the car..."
"Okay!" I say as I slip on my shoes.
Then he walks back in the house and almost hits me with the door (accidentally) because he forgot something. I run out to the car, hop in, and buckle my seatbelt as he gets in. As I open my can of Diet Dr. Pepper, he pulls out of the driveway. On special mornings, like one last week, my soda explodes all over my lap and I say, "Oh, we have to stop. I need to change my pants..."
"No you don't, you look fine," he responds.
"Yes, I do! I just spilled soda all over my lap and if I don't change my pants I'll be sticky and nasty all day today!"
I hear a HUGE sigh from Casey as he turns around in our tiny driveway as I say, "I'll be quick!"
A minute later he's cranky and asking me what took so long. I just ignore him and we go on about our way to work. After several failed attempts and leaving the house, the time is now 6:35 and we are five minutes later than what he would like to be. He won't be late for work though. The only time he was late for work was in a snow storm. He just likes to be there early. His crankiness doesn't last long, either. Five minutes later he reaches over to hold my hand and we listen to the radio together on the way into work. Neither one of us feel like talking much, so it's just a nice, quiet ride into work. Sometimes I lean the seat back and sleep for a while on the drive, and he gives me his hat so the sun doesn't shine on my eyes.
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