The other day Steve woke up at 4 am. His sleep has been off because of jet lag (he was in South Africa, ya’ll! Pictures above! I thought that, since the blog name implies that it’s tales of me AND Steve, I should document that he took this trip. Without me though, which is stupid. And why this blog will go back to being mostly me, a little him.). He’s slowly making his way back to the land of the living and on East Coast time. That is, the East Coast of the United States anyway.
Back to where I was. I don’t think he actually woke me but nevertheless I awoke to his face over mine as he stood on my side of the bed. I’m calling it a you-woke-me-up, because basically, it’s close enough. I think I sensed he was awake? And that, there he was, a human, breathing over my slumbering face? I looked at him, in the dark, all, “What the hell’s going on?” He said, “Did I thank you last night for dinner? I can’t remember if I thanked you and I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up.” I replied some sort of semi-audible, “I don’t remember. You’re welcome. Let’s talk about it later.” I think he got back in bed realizing that 4 am was really far from 6 am when the rest of us would be waking up and that he’d be bored by himself downstairs for that long. Or maybe he went downstairs and then came back up? I don’t know. Because, the second time I woke (again, before I was ready; you’re dead to me, Steve.), he was back in bed and his hand was on my shoulder which wasn’t under the sheet and he said something like, “Your shoulder is cold. Are your shoulders cold?” He was keeping his hand on them so they’d, you know, be warm. He wasn’t even trying to get any! He was really just trying to keep my shoulders warm! Shucks!
My half-asleep state didn’t fully appreciate either of these sweet but weird gestures. And then, like all of that middle of the night dream world stuff does, it became clearer as the day went on. Did he thank me at 4 am for dinner last night? I remember that now. Did he ask me if my shoulders were cold??? Strange, but yes. Double checking with Steve for confirmation. Done.
As I thought about them later, these small things were really kind of cute. I’d made the chicken cones for him for his birthday. And a double layer chocolate cake (though, if you saw my instagram you’d know not to be too impressed. From a box. Both the cake and the icing. And then I tried to do powdered sugar on the top minus some star shapes but it totally didn’t work and so I just ended up powdering the whole thing which was not my intention. Whatever.). And the chicken cones, damn!, are a lot of work. You probably want to try them still because, also! damn!, they are really good. But I burned myself, made a big mess, and had them on the table by like 8 pm which is when William and Lindsey are usually getting themselves ready for bed. It was a minor fiasco. Once on the table, I was all… happy birthday Steve enjoy the chicken cones because I’m never making them again. Probably the reason why he was wondering DID I THANK HER at 4 am. Trying to ensure that there are more chicken cones in his future? Still no.
Now to wrap this little story up I just want to reiterate that it’s totally the little things that make husbands loveable. The warming of cold shoulders and ponderings in the dark about whether one was thanked for dinner or not. Like post-its on the mirror and a favorite magazine for a car ride. Little things.
And, because I’m me and am always afraid of being called a humblebragger, I need to have every sweet story about my marriage coupled with an equally unsweet one. I can’t have you walking away thinking we’re perfect now.
For the unsweet: a few days before he left for South Africa, we got in a little fight about something that I can barely remember at this point, but as I walked upstairs in a huffy state all, “Goodnight jackass!” about it, he was all, “When do I leave again?!” And we pretty much went to bed that way. So, yeah.
Yes – this is marriage. Super sweet weirdness mixed with a goodnight jackass.
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hahaha you made me LOL and candis' comment made me LOL.
That Steve, what a sweet heart. humble brag on him all you want. I like reading about 4am wake ups and cold shoulder sweetness. You can talk about sexy time too if you want….if you want.
Ha!
In other news, does anyone ever tell Steve he reminds them of actor Peter Krause?
Hi there, did Steve enjoy visiting my neck of the woods??
I love your Blog 🙂 You have such an adorable Family!!!
Middle of the night things always confuse me the next morning when I try to separate my dreams from what was happening in the real world.
Nothing like a healthy dose of jackass to keep things real.
@miss pink kate, yes! we've heard that a lot!
@lisa, he loved it! he was also in johannesburg, but cape town was his favorite!
i love the way you end that story. i literally just sat at my desk laughing
Ah marraige. Sounds like something we'd do. ; )
Hahahaha! Megan! You know she was just waiting for a little more action to happen!
ahh this sounds like marriage and a good one to me 🙂
hahaha! i love that you balance a super sweet story with a little spat. chicken cones sound daunting…i will bookmark it, and THINK about maybe making them. maybe.
I love reading your marriage tales. Honestly, it makes me feel like a normal person. For having these super good moments, and then not-so-good moments with Craig. And make me some chicken cones plz?
your husband is such a sweetie. You can tell he just adores you!
Yay! South Africa:) My home country.
Awww it's such a beautiful place- I hope Steve had a good time!
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LOVE THIS! And yes! So true. Little bit sweet…with sometimes MORE than a little bit of Jackass! It's good to hear the good and the bad! Cause we all know, no one is perfect!
That is super sweet though that he woke up wondering if he thanked you!
He's a good egg! 😉
This happens to me a lot too. Dustin will try and be really sweet when I'm asleep (WHY not when I'm awake?) and I'll be annoyed he is waking me up, then in the morning feel bad that I was grumpy with him when he was being so sweet. Life is funny, isn't it? And those chicken cones look good. High five to you for your awesome chicken-cone-skills!
hahaha! That is an awesome story! WE have some pretty weird middle-of-the-night-non-sexy-time stories too. Including one where I woke up and sharply asked what time it was (I think I was afraid I overslept?). Scott just laughed at me b/c I was acting so serious and I got really mad and yelled "This is a serious question!!!" ha! I think it was like 5 am on a weekend or something. Clearly I was not fully in the world of the awake and logical minded!
Love the early morning nonsensical responses. That is me to the tee.
god. i love when steve whispers sweet nothings into my ear at 4am.
Well that just might well be the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time. A good guy.
i loved these two stories. no surprise there.
I, too feel the need to tell the craptastic stories of our marriage. This (among other reasons) is why we're friends. Example: I have a cold. And I took an Ambien one night last week to try to sleep reeeeally soundly. The next morning I was picking up around the house and found the guest bed unmade. Asked Nick about it and he was all well you were snoring so I had to leave.
This is marriage indeed. Goodnight jackass.
LOLZ to Candis' comment.
what a sweet, creepy husband
Haha, I love this cute story and the honest way you tell us the good and the bad. Thank you for sharing 🙂
So, what did he think of South Africa (my beautiful country!!)??
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