Tuesday, June 05, 2007
If you want something done...Do it yourself!
If you want something done...Do not ask your husband! Okay, let me rephrase that. If you want something unreasonable, irrational, ludicrous, and totally insane done, then don't ask your husband! LOL!
I have been blessed with having a husband who is so patient with me. He's wonderful, loving, caring, understanding and unfortunately for me...rational! He'll do the craziest things to make me happy, but there are some things that are just too off the wall that he won't do. He would be so sweet enough to go to the kitchen and make me a cup of hot apple cider even if he had just been in the kitchen only minutes ago. He'll go out and bring me the most thoughtful trinkets of his love and appreciation (like that amazing fruit press I posted about)! He's there to bring me back down to earth when I get carried away with things I need not waste my time nor energy for. He's just a soothing, comforting presence and he complements (and compliments!) me well! Hey, don't get me wrong...I do my fair share of thoughtful deeds and complementing! :)
Anyway, it was 2:03 AM and I couldn't sleep. When I came home from Kingston the other weekend, I asked Hubby how things on the homestead were. "Oh, everything is great! We're all fine. Oh, except we're down one cat." "What?" "Yes. She tore a hole in the window screen in the living room and jumped out and fled." "OMG!" I was saddened because Fred (George's sister/littermate) was my little cuddle bunny! She always slept in our bed and she was always vying for my attention! I was also sad because I just knew she went out to get pregnant! Just what we need...more kittens! These girls are going to get fixed after they've weaned their babies!
Okay, so I was in bed awake at 2:03 this morning, thinking of Fred. Then, the craziest thing happened. I almost couldn't believe what was going on! I heard Fred's meeeeeeowing and it sounded like she was in our room! I then realized that she was outside our window!!! This is crazy, because our master bedroom is on the second floor, in a loft! I guess Fred had climbed up the greenhouse walls and ended up outside our window. Our windows are so old and they do not open, so I couldn't let her in. It was pouring rain last night/this morning and Fred was making a lot of noise, wanting to come in. The Prodigal Son (ummm...errr...Daughter...make that feline daughter) had returned!!!
She was scratching at the windows, trying to get in. There was no way I could get her, since she was on top of the greenhouse under our bedroom window. She had climbed to the top of the roof! It was dark, rainy, wet, slippery...I entertained the thought of finding a ladder to retrieve her. I then realized how dangerous that would be.
Me: Honey!!! You have to get her! She's crying and she's getting wet!
Hubby: She'll come down on her own.
Me: Hmph!
5 mins later
Me: Hubby...Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!! You need to go get her!
Hubby: I need to go to sleep! It's after 2AM.
Me: Well, you can't sleep now with all that noise she's making. If you get her, then you'll be able to sleep!
Hubby: Ummm...That's not the only reason I can't sleep!
At this point, I already knew I was being unreasonable and irrational. If you know me, you already know that once I get a thought in my head, no matter how crazy it is, I always follow through.
Me: Fine then. I'll get her myself.
Hubby: (half asleep) Hmmm.
Rather miffed at this point, because things weren't going my way, I stormed outside in my green rubber boots and fuzzy purple housecoat! "C'mere! Fred! C'mere!!!" (She always answers to C'mere..you know, as in 'come here') After much prodding and persuading, she finally relented and came down. Almost an hour later, and fully drenched, I returned to our bed with the cat.
Me: I guess if a wife wants something done, she shouldn't ask her husband!"
Hubby: Hmmmm. (He was fast asleep and wasn't listening to me at all).
This morning when we were all up for breakfast around 7AM, I told Hubby that I had retrieved the cat from the roof in the pouring rain at 2 something in the morning. Hubby just said, "Wow! I didn't hear a thing!" LOL! *sigh* You've gotta love Hubby. He's too funny. Oh, and yes...I am sometimes irrational.
I have been blessed with having a husband who is so patient with me. He's wonderful, loving, caring, understanding and unfortunately for me...rational! He'll do the craziest things to make me happy, but there are some things that are just too off the wall that he won't do. He would be so sweet enough to go to the kitchen and make me a cup of hot apple cider even if he had just been in the kitchen only minutes ago. He'll go out and bring me the most thoughtful trinkets of his love and appreciation (like that amazing fruit press I posted about)! He's there to bring me back down to earth when I get carried away with things I need not waste my time nor energy for. He's just a soothing, comforting presence and he complements (and compliments!) me well! Hey, don't get me wrong...I do my fair share of thoughtful deeds and complementing! :)
Anyway, it was 2:03 AM and I couldn't sleep. When I came home from Kingston the other weekend, I asked Hubby how things on the homestead were. "Oh, everything is great! We're all fine. Oh, except we're down one cat." "What?" "Yes. She tore a hole in the window screen in the living room and jumped out and fled." "OMG!" I was saddened because Fred (George's sister/littermate) was my little cuddle bunny! She always slept in our bed and she was always vying for my attention! I was also sad because I just knew she went out to get pregnant! Just what we need...more kittens! These girls are going to get fixed after they've weaned their babies!
Okay, so I was in bed awake at 2:03 this morning, thinking of Fred. Then, the craziest thing happened. I almost couldn't believe what was going on! I heard Fred's meeeeeeowing and it sounded like she was in our room! I then realized that she was outside our window!!! This is crazy, because our master bedroom is on the second floor, in a loft! I guess Fred had climbed up the greenhouse walls and ended up outside our window. Our windows are so old and they do not open, so I couldn't let her in. It was pouring rain last night/this morning and Fred was making a lot of noise, wanting to come in. The Prodigal Son (ummm...errr...Daughter...make that feline daughter) had returned!!!
She was scratching at the windows, trying to get in. There was no way I could get her, since she was on top of the greenhouse under our bedroom window. She had climbed to the top of the roof! It was dark, rainy, wet, slippery...I entertained the thought of finding a ladder to retrieve her. I then realized how dangerous that would be.
Me: Honey!!! You have to get her! She's crying and she's getting wet!
Hubby: She'll come down on her own.
Me: Hmph!
5 mins later
Me: Hubby...Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!! You need to go get her!
Hubby: I need to go to sleep! It's after 2AM.
Me: Well, you can't sleep now with all that noise she's making. If you get her, then you'll be able to sleep!
Hubby: Ummm...That's not the only reason I can't sleep!
At this point, I already knew I was being unreasonable and irrational. If you know me, you already know that once I get a thought in my head, no matter how crazy it is, I always follow through.
Me: Fine then. I'll get her myself.
Hubby: (half asleep) Hmmm.
Rather miffed at this point, because things weren't going my way, I stormed outside in my green rubber boots and fuzzy purple housecoat! "C'mere! Fred! C'mere!!!" (She always answers to C'mere..you know, as in 'come here') After much prodding and persuading, she finally relented and came down. Almost an hour later, and fully drenched, I returned to our bed with the cat.
Me: I guess if a wife wants something done, she shouldn't ask her husband!"
Hubby: Hmmmm. (He was fast asleep and wasn't listening to me at all).
This morning when we were all up for breakfast around 7AM, I told Hubby that I had retrieved the cat from the roof in the pouring rain at 2 something in the morning. Hubby just said, "Wow! I didn't hear a thing!" LOL! *sigh* You've gotta love Hubby. He's too funny. Oh, and yes...I am sometimes irrational.
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20 comments:
hahahhahaahhaha! oh my god chris! you are too funny! poor john! i don't blame him for not wanting to get out of bed at 2 in the morning to get the cat off the roof! you are too funny! this post made me laugh so hard because i could actually see this happening! this is again yet another reason why we love you
Bloody hell, girl. You are mad!
More comments at later date. Must dash- nearly 2 in the bloody morning here!
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Yes, poor, poor John. What about me??? LOL! I was the one who went out in the rain to get the silly cat at 2 in the morning!
The exchange (conversation) between Hubby and Wife was actually really comical, if I do say so myself!
Pete:
You really think I'm crazy? LOL! She was meeeeeowing! It was cold and rainy! Wouldn't you have done the same? I couldn't see why Hubby just wasn't doing what I wanted him to do!!! LOL!
That's HILARIOUS, Chrissy!! That really proves your soft and motherly side of you. Poor kitty... You're so sweet.
Chrissy, you're too funny and such a sweetheart! Lucky Freddy.
And your post just confirms that men in general can sleep pretty much through ANYTHING!
I remember when DH and I were in a hotel in London (ages ago, pre-marriage), just finished our Contiki tour of Europe, exhausted. At about 3 AM I hear the smoke/fire alarm. I'm up in a shot, pushing at Ian to wake him up. He just turns over. I'm yelling at him that it's an alarm and we've gotta go. He turns the other way "it's just the pipes, the pipes" he mutters. So I said : No, it's an alarm...and I'm outta here ..." pulling on some clothes, panick stricken. He finally wakes up because of all the ruckus I'm making and the pounding steps in the hall.
So, sorry to tell you, but once you have kiddies, looks like you'll more than likely be doing night duty on your own LOL!
i totally agree with you Chrissy...when you want something done DO IT YOURSELF!! The only time hubby and I fight is when i'm waiting for something to get done around the house. I drives me mad how i have to ask a few times more than i should for something to get done...but eventually it does
I have learned that I must do something in return for my hubby if I want something done. So I just do it myself, too!!
LOL! Hi everyone! :) I'm going to do a mass answer for now until I get a chance to answer individually :)
I was only kidding about the "If you want something done, do it yourself". Though I do believe I should do things on my own most of the time, Hubby and I have a partnership in which we help each other with various things regarding the household and other matters. We're a team, but this post was supposed to be a little lighthearted and goofy. No seriousness regarding Hubby helping me or not helping me :) I just thought it was a funny story...and retelling it made me see how totally crazy I was in trying to persuade Hubby to get the cat off the roof at 2AM! LOL!
I'll be back to read all your wonderful comments! :)
Great story Chrissy. I knew you were too good hearted to really expect hubby to get up and get that darned cat!LOL
If I was hubby, I'd change the cats name to Bill and then it would be "Kill Bill"!
no...just kidding!!!!
I would have done the same thing you did, cause I wouldn't have been able to sleep.
My little Emily is scared to death of thunder and lightning. She won't let me sleep when it's stormy. She sits straight up in the bed, paws my shoulder till i wake up and expects me to hold her and console her?
I try to cover her up so she can't see the lightning, in hopes she will go back to sleep.But it's usually a no win situation for me.
I've even put her in the walk-in closet. She scratches to get out. So, I get in the closet with her. Then Abigail scratches at the door ,cause she doesn't want to be left in bed all alone.
It's a circus around here on real stormy nights!LOL
But we do stay dry!!!! Unlike you and soggy little Fred!LOL
All I can say is, I'm glad we don't have any cats right now. And dogs don't climb roofs. :)
Uncivil:
Awwwwww! Emily is sooooooo cute! LOL!
Sharkey:
LOL! Good one! That's hilarious :) Hey, when I was in San Jose, there were wild dogs sleeping in the middle of the streets!!! Oh, and chickens and roosters everywhere! Those darned roosters wouldn't keep quiet at 4AM...Oh,and those trykies (sp?) selling pandesal (sp?) at 4AM too??? What's up with that? LOL! :) Just kidding! Nuthin' like hot pandesal, langonisa, fried eggs and papaya for breakfast! LOL!
Uhm... hope your windows can be fixed, so you don't go through another "adventure" like this one.
How could virtual strangers not flock to your blog, Chrissy? Stories of courage at two o'clock in the morning on a farm in Canada's serene Manitoulin Island keep us hooked!
Keep 'em comin'!
Heheheheh! That's a cute story!
What a funny story! I know, it probably didn't seem funny at the time as your soaked to the bone. Your hubby, though, sleeping through it all, now THAT'S funny!
Kim:
HAHA! Thanks! You are too funny! You always make me feel sooooo much better!
xoxox
Hot Mommy:
Thanks! It wasn't really cute at 2AM in the pouring rain though! :) LOL!
Pavel:
LOL! It was funny, wasn't it? What was even funnier was Hubby's response: "That's not the only reason I can't sleep." LOL! Does this mean my talking to him at 2AM was keeping him awake? LOL!
I did go out in the rain for a few minutes. But the cat did not want to come down. If the cat really wanted down it would have had no problem doing it.
Yes, yes. Hubby did go out for a bit, but he went back to bed soon after! LOL!
I still love you, Hubby :)
Even if you don't like it when I start conversations with you at 2 in the morning :)
Tsktsktsk, Chrissy! You left that itsy bitsy bit about hubby goin' out to save the kitty cat, ha?! Naughty, naughty - now look whatchu did - hubby had to defend himself against your 10,000 "commenters" here.
A piece of unsolicited advice? Don't bug him at 2AM, honey! Do it at one! That way, it's neither too early nor too late. It's also great compromise!
Kim:
LOL! Yes, you are sooooooo right! ;) 1AM is much more reasonable than 2AM!!
Hubby's good though. He is soooo very polite, even when I bug him at 2AM! LOL! He never tells me that I'm bugging him. His mom really taught him some pretty good manners! He just agrees with me when I say, "I'm bugging you, aren't I?" LOL!
Yes. 1AM is slightly better.
But, I still like a full night's sleep.