Our weekday morning routine begins like this: the alarm clock goes off, Thom gets up and takes a shower, etc., and comes back to the bedroom around 7:30 a.m., upon which it’s my turn for the bathroom, with NPR’s Morning Edition all the while lulling the news into our sleepy brains. (By this time, Alex is usually already up and prowling around, rubbing up against me. Oh, Alex is the cat, by the way.) So while Thom showers, I get that bit of extra time in bed to lazily rouse myself, and I’m sometimes (often?) reluctant to get up when he’s done. This morning we mused that he might be making a donation to NPR soon: “This traffic report is brought to you by Thom Watson, who says, ‘Jeff, time to get up!'”
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Wake up, little Jeffy
Our weekday morning routine begins like this: the alarm clock goes off, Thom gets up and takes a shower, etc., and comes back to the bedroom around 7:30 a.m., upon which it’s my turn for the bathroom, with NPR’s Morning Edition all the while lulling the news into our sleepy brains. (By this time, Alex […]
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And in my less tactful internal dialogue, I muse that there’s no particular reason I should have to get up first. My own preparation time and commute are actually much the shorter of the two. On the days that Jeff is out of town, for example, I can sleep an extra half-hour or more yet arrive at work fifteen minutes earlier than I do now.
I get up early primarily because I give Jeff a lift to the metro before driving to my own office. Not that I mind doing so, as I know that Jeff made some sacrifices when moving from downtown DC to my place in Virginia, and that he wouldn’t have to go in as early as he does otherwise; it’s all give and take.
And I also realize that if I would just get the shower fixed in the second bathroom–a chore about which I’ve procrastinated for a year–I could still sleep in a little longer and we could both get up and get ready simultaneously rather than sequentially.
Forgive me for being so forward, but why not shower together?
Oh, Susan. Then we really wouldn’t get out of the house on time. ;P