I don't usually wake up earlier than Jeremy does.When I didn't have class or work or an internship early, I wouldn't really even move until an hour or two after he went to work. More recently, it's pretty typical that our alarms go off at about the same time, and then he sleeps for 5-10 more minutes while I get in the shower. Mornings have become increasingly harder for me, so while I wouldn't say, "I am definitely not a morning person," it definitely takes me a little bit longer to be pleasant. Or really to say anything at all. That -coupled with the fact that I take longer to get ready once I'm out of the shower than he does- makes it a good idea for me to get up a few minutes earlier and be a little more cheerful when I actually talk to Jeremy. So Tuesday morning, I finished showering and went in to wake Jeremy up, gently reminding him that it was time for him to get up and shower if he didn't want to be late for work.
"I'm quitting my job. So I'm not going to work today, I'm just going to sleep."
I just laughed. His eyes weren't open, he was definitely conscious, just not willing to get out of bed. I told him Tuesday was a bad day to quit a job, so he should think about it for another day. I think he just finally decided that, since he didn't actually plan to quit his job, nor did he want to lose his job, that he should probably get ready for work. So in the next 30-40 minutes, we finished getting ready, ate breakfast, and got in the car. This particular morning I was ready to quit my job (my job being going to school, going to my internship, etc.) and just was doing everything I could to not go back into the house and crawl back in bed. I just was not looking forward to the day and didn't really want to be social. I was trying to be in a good mood, but I just was tired and wanted to sleep. The battle of knowing what you should do and what you want to do is never a fun one, especially early in the morning. But then, it gets easier when you've got a wonderful morning person to keep you entertained.
We got to an intersection and everybody waited for us to drive through, even though we were the last ones to the intersection, and really, we should have waited for everyone else to go through the intersection before us.
Jeremy yelled, "It's not my turn! You don't understand the rules of traffic and humans!"
That put me into fits of giggles until we got to the next line of somewhat less-than-intelligent drivers, where a garbage truck decided it was going to back out into oncoming traffic, not paying any attention to the fact that the cars behind him were so close and would have been squashed had the driver of the closest car not thought quickly to drive around the garbage truck as fast as he could and barely making it. Which Jeremy did not appreciate.
"What is he doing?! That car had to move out of the way! What if that were a child?! That's the guy that hit my mom!"
A quick history:
When Jeremy was really little, still an infant in a car seat, a cement truck driver did exactly what this garbage truck driver did- he backed out into oncoming traffic, and this time, the closest car was not so fortunate. The closest car, Jeremy's mom, did not have enough time to get out of the way, and the cement truck smashed into Jeremy's mom's car. It scarred Jeremy. He doesn't even remember it happening, but his mom told him the story when he was older after he involuntarily shuddered every time he saw a cement truck. To this day, he still shudders. Not quit as violently, not even really noticeably, but he still hates cement trucks. He's told me that he's over it and that it doesn't affect him any more, and while I, of course, always enjoy the opportunity to give him a hard time, this reaction is crazy to me. He doesn't even remember it happening, and he still, 20-something years later, is affected by the cement truck driver who wasn't cautious. And as he's been able to give it consciousness, in some ways, it's only gotten worse for him. Especially since, despite feeling bad for the not even 2-year-old that couldn't even process what happened, I can't resist the chance to poke at him while he's getting a little bit riled up.
Yes, at this point I've been rolling my eyes and laughing at him while he's trying very hard to express how serious he is and how ridiculous this driver is. And though it might seem sad that I'm starting to feel better as my husband is getting upset with other people's stupidity, you should understand that's kind of how we roll, because Jeremy's aim is always to make me laugh.
Jeremy continued his rant.
"What if there were a child in that car?!"
And I responded, with this recently improving mood of mine.
"He would probably be afraid of garbage trucks for the rest of his life."
"You know what? Get out. You're walking from here."
"No, because I have to be [way] over there, and you love me."
"But you don't love me. If you did, you wouldn't be exploiting my weakness."
"Your weakness? I thought it didn't bother you anymore."
"IT DOESN'T."
"Then why did you call it a weakness?"
"IT'S NOT. But you're exploiting it as thought it were and you want it to be. Get out of my car."
I laughed really hard. Especially when I kissed him goodbye as he tried to pretend he was actually mad.
It turned out to be a great day.
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