Monday Madness: People are extra silly on the weekend

Spoiler Alert:  this is not at all interesting. But, the point of this blog is for me to keep a record of what I do. So I am posting this knowing very few other people will think this is interesting. You know you don't have to read it.

I got home Friday and noticed a perfectly made bed. I raved and raved. It was my definition of a made bed, not his, and I thought it was so nice of him. He smiled at me and with just a touch of sass said "take a picture of that." I grinned at him. but did not take a picture, because honestly a picture of a made bed is just beyond boring.

On Saturday we watch one niece and one nephew. They said and did loads of silly things. My niece that is 7 said now that I am a wife I probably go on lots of dates. I didn't know it was that obvious that I wasn't going on dates when I was single. But she is right, I wasn't. She is also right about being a wife, it's much easier to get a date when you are married.

They had never been to our apartment and had maybe never been to anyone's apartments because they had lots of questions about a house that is stacked on other houses. Question like we would live there. I didn't really know what to say because I wish we were in a house. I said "sometimes when are still kinda young and don't have lots of kids you live in an apartment because you don't need as much space." But the truth is I would kill for more space and I think we need it. Ok that second part isn't true, we probably don't need more space right this second, but that doesn't mean I don't think we do. 

We fed the ducks and geese by our house. My niece was all about it but her brother was not as interested. When I handed him bread he asked if he had to give it to the ducks because he wanted to eat some. We gave him a piece of bread and all headed over to the pond. He trailed slowly behind taking tiny bites out of his slice. When we were within view of the ducks he hid the bread behind his back and plastered a suspicious look on him face. He side-stepped his way across the bridge always keeping his eyes on the ducks and keep his bread out of view. 

While the rest of us fed the ducks he stayed behind my legs, mumbling something about about how he just needed to hide. The ducks, in turn, found his behavior suspicious and started to circle behind my legs. I assured him that he was fine and tried to convince him that feeding ducks was fun. He demanded to "get me up" so I picked him up . While I held him he kept his bread tucked between my body and his and continued  glared and any duck that even glanced in his direction. Every once in a while, when he felt it was safe he would duck his head down to his tucked arms and nibble on his slice of bread. All of this silliness while his sister laughed and chucked bread to gaggle of ducks and geese that surrounded her feet. 

We went back inside and turned on Peter Pan. When his mom came to get him he said Peter Pan was the best part of the day. Not the Aquarium which he said he only pretended to like. Not the slurpie which he handed back to me because it just "wasn't good." Pretty much just the movie, oh and the smell of gasoline when we stopped to fill up the car. 

Next time I will remember all he wants is a stale slice of bread, a quick sniff of a gas station, and a movie.

His sister loved everything except when she did a quick walk through our apartment and peeked into our spare room which we are using as storage she declared "messiest room EVER." I felt a little deffensive. I awkwardly mumbled, "well we don't have room of everything so we are trying to decide what to do with this stuff. So yeah... we just kinda stacked it all up in there..." I was walking behind her as she moved on to the next room still trying to justify when I remember that she is 7. So I stopped and came to terms with the state of our guestroom, kinda. 

Next time I might clean things up a bit more before they come over. 

While I am writing this, I gchat a bit with my guy about what we are both going to do today. Then I write "you are the best husband in the world! I love you sooooo much. I cant wait to come home and see you tonight." 
Except I didn't write that. it is just there in my gchat next to my name. I feel so confused. I would say something that like. maybe I did write that. I just really don't remember writing that. 

He replies with " wow. you are coming on pretty strong." To which I say: "I didn't type that." Pause while I am thinking through things, then "oh, are you in my email?" to which he replies: "Google says you typed it." 

I giggle and then we both decide it is time to get back to work.