It was a nice week considering I am still moving with sloth-like speed from my surgery. Two things that I never thought I would live long enough to experience happened this week.
First... We experienced incredible quiet like we have never before known! It was almost weird! One night while we were eating dinner Tim said, "Did you hear that?" I paused and listened and replied, "No, I don't hear anything." He smiled and said, "That's what I mean!" :)
Second... The laundry... for the first time on my housewife resume I can claim that the laundry was all caught up! :) I enjoyed it while it lasted because this morning two girls came in from camp with everything they owned needing to be washed. Heaven was short lived. :)
While the kids were away Tim kept me company...him and his sense of humor. That is one of my great joys in life.
A few days ago, on the spur of the moment, I decided that I would go to get my haircut. I thought it might help me feel better so I called and found out what time they opened and then got there shortly after they opened their doors. It felt good to get about 5 inches cut off my hair! Later that day I talked to Tim on the phone and was going to tell him about my haircut but I decided to just see if he noticed..... BWHAHHAHAHAHAHA! (you know where this is going, don't you?!) :P
Me: "I spent some money today on something but I don't want to tell you what it is. I want to see if you notice it when you get home."
Tim: (groan) "Ohhhhh, don't do that to me!"
Me: It's okay, I don't think you can miss it!
Tim: (groan) Yes, I will. What room is it in?
Me: (looking around and seeing that I was in the living room) Well, it is in the living room right now but I might move it before you get home.
Tim: (groaning again)
Fast forward to when Tim comes from work. He walks in looking all over wondering what he's suppose to find... :) He comes in the kitchen where I am...
Tim: I'm looking. What is it? You know I'm not good at this. What is it? You said it was in the living room -- is it still there?
Me: No, lucky for you I moved it to the kitchen.
Tim: (still looking everywhere but at me!) How high up is it?
Me: Um, it's about as tall as me!
Tim: (groan) I don't know! What is it? (his eyes still darting everywhere but not seeing me)
Me: (standing there right smack in front of him I said) You aren't even looking at ME!
Tim: It's you? (Pause....) Did you cut your hair? (This is hysterical -- he STILL wasn't sure!)
Me: You can't tell I got my haircut? I got 5 inches cut off and you can't tell?
Poor Tim. He could have kept his humiliation to himself but he didn't. He went to work where he told his pathetic tale to his co-workers. One girl chimed in with, "Well, you didn't notice my haircut either!" :) (Thumbs up. Paula!) Another told him that maybe A.D.D. was his excuse....attention deficit disorder. To that Tim admitted, "No, it's not A.D.D., I'm just "D".
Now the question is what the "D" is for.... deficit, disorder or is it just plain DUH? :)