Two Thoughts

Today, I thought, "Everyone but me is so LAZY around here," when I noticed that a new roll of toilet paper had been placed on the back of the toilet instead of in its correct place on the toilet paper holder thingy. Then I remembered that I had woken up that morning at 10:00 am to nobody home but Eli (what a great morning!). Timothy had gotten up with the kids, fed them, and taken them to Lowe's before I'd roused myself from bed. Then, I had ignored my children and husband the rest of the day to read the final book in the Sharon Shinn Twelfth House series--which was excellent. After reviewing the day in my head, I realized I was the lazy bum in the house, and put the toilet paper in its appropriate spot to make my useless self feel better.

On Christmas day there was a snowstorm and Timothy and I drove home from Timothy's parents' house in less than ideal conditions. We went about 30 miles an hour on the freeway the whole way home. Timothy was in the slow lane and once he glanced at me and said, "Would it make you too nervous to go a little faster?" I said, "Yes!" And, although I'm sure it greatly annoyed him, he stayed in the slow lane pretty much the whole way home--because his wife is a baby who always thinks she's about to die a grisly death. I blame it on my authorial imagination. During the long drive home I sat in my van alternating between debating the merits of taking off my seatbelt and hitting my head vs. having my stitches ripped open, and feeling loved because my husband knows me so well.