Twenty minutes later the routine started over. I got up rocked him, layed him back down. The next time it happened I made Dave get up. Well, I didn't make him get up, I poked him in the ribs and hissed, "Your turn." In the end we both crawled out of bed.
I got Dane his oatmeal and Dave hooked up the dog and went for a walk.
When he got home I was on the computer trying to catch up on my bloggy friends. He thinks I have an addiction with the computer. Its not the computer it's that Damn Farm Town on face book! At least I can now get horses.
Anyway, Dave has really been getting on me about exercising. It's not that I hate to do it, I just hate to do it. But today for some reason I decided to haul my ever growing ass out of the chair, put my Zune on, do some stretches (which by the way were harder than the walk.) and take Trapper out to the interstate. It's not a long walk, about four miles, but I thought it was going to kill me. I wasn't winded like I thought I'd be. Nope, I had to pee. Not five minutes after I started walking I had to pee so bad that I wished I was a man. The walk took me about forty two minutes. The last two minutes were the worst.
When I got back Dave was cooking us some breakfast. I love it when he cooks breakfast. I don't function until I've had two cups of coffee and by then I'm so hungry I can't make anything and I eat a cookie. Or a piece of pie. You get what I mean. The only thing is, when he cooks he uses all the space. He opens cupboard doors and leaves them open. Every time he needs a fork he grabs a new one from the drawer instead of washing the one he's been using off. Usually the dirty dishes are piles into both sinks. And he hates to use the dishwasher! Can you even imagine!?
It's true. My husband cooks as much if not more than I do . And, as the kids say, he's a good cooker.
Dane's ear seems to be better but his nose is poring green snot.