At Least Once A Month

I say, "we could have cereal for dinner" and he says, "Cereal is not a dinner you silly girl."

I still think it is a valid dinner, I had it all the time when I was single. He still thinks even the thought of cereal for dinner is silly. We still discuss it at least once a month. We have never had cereal for dinner.

Almost every night, while I am getting ready for bed, he plops on the bed. He lays there, still in his clothes from the day, before his teeth are brushed or flossed, not at all ready for bed. He lets out a big sigh of relaxation. Almost every night I think this is the silliest thing. "Why not just get everything done first, so you don't have to get back up?" I ask. He tries to explain how "each plop on the bed is fantastic, both the initial plop and the ready for bed plop. Both are special in their own way." I laugh even though I am brushing my teeth.

Every morning we discuss through sleep who should get up and shower first and when that will be. Every morning I start this discussion earlier than he would like. Every morning we are up later than I would like. Every morning, regardless of who is up first, he is ready before me.

We lead a pretty dangerous life.