Life around the H house can sometimes be comical in the mornings.
Recently, I purchased activity trackers for my husband and I to wear in an effort to be more intentional about being active. These trackers have a setting where they can evaluate how much sleep you're getting, as well as the quality of said sleep. Further, you can set an alarm to go off so that only you can feel it (a quick buzz on the wrist), and without risk of waking up your partner. That being said, my husband usually rolls over and to wake me when his alarm goes off.
Now that the important background information is out of the way, let's take a peak into what happened *this* morning.
We knew he had to be up and at it this morning to be at the church to meet a guy who was looking at the foundation. --- As an aside, the church wall is sinking. So that's fun. But back to the story. --- He also remarked how I was going to have a full day today given that last night he had listened as I rattled off a litany of things I wanted to do. The point being that we both had things that needed doing, so we both needed to wake up and get going.
I despise mornings. I force myself to wake up at a decent time, grab my coffee, spend time with the Lord, and go about my business... but I hate them.
I haven't slept well in a long while due to various aches in my joints. This has been due more or less to pregnancy. I often toss and turn, which means that my poor husband also hasn't been getting high quality sleep of late. I feel bad, I really do.
This morning, I was in an odd awake-asleep-dead tired-but all too aware of my surroundings state. My husband's alarm apparently went off. I was aware of him getting up and leaving the room, but thought he was coming back to bed.
Then I heard his shower start.
Then I got grumpy because he didn't wake me up like he was supposed to.
Then I looked at the clock and got even grumpier.
Did he not hear me clearly last night when I told him of all that I wanted to do today??? I had to get going.
I was sorely tempted to waltz into the bathroom and tell him how disgruntled I was that he didn't wake me, when I thought better of it and marched into the kitchen to turn on my coffee pot instead.
This was God's grace on our marriage.
As I waited for my coffee to percolate, I considered climbing back under the warm comforter and starting my quiet time. But it hit me that that might be a selfish thing to do (trust me, in this case it would have been), so I made my husband breakfast instead.
Um, that doesn't make any sense, you might be thinking. I know, I know. But even in my grumpy mood I didn't want to send him off to work without a hot meal. It's been especially cold and damp this past week, so I wanted him to know I had still been thinking about him.
It was then, and only then, that I talked to him and said, "gee, thanks for waking me up this morning! You have breakfast waiting for you when you're finished." I assure you, it was said with a light-heartedness that I had not been feeling earlier. He laughed and laughed when he heard my side of the story. "I knew you hadn't slept well last night, so I was trying to let you sleep!" "Yeah, well, I decided to love you instead of light into you. So there's that," was my still-slightly-miffed-but-warming-to-him response.
We had a good laugh together. I was then able to proceed with my quiet time in better spirits and a better conscience than had I done so before deciding to kill my selfish, grumpy, morning self and put him first. I'm so thankful that I married a man who will care for his monster wife in the mornings. She definitely doesn't deserve it.
