This morning, we woke up to a 60 degree house. Finn shuffled the 6 inches from his bed into ours to snuggle up with me and we both were talking about how cold it was, neither one of us wanting to actually get out of bed.
Mornings are my favorites with him. He sleepy talks about the funniest things. We have conversations about Spiderman, his soon to be arriving baby sister, and his new favorite are jokes.
Just ask him to tell you a joke. If it’s a knock knock you’re screwed because they don’t make any sense, but he does have a couple that are genuinely funny.
When we finally ventured out to find out why it was so cold, there was a little love note from Dave saying that the furnace was screwed up. JUST what you want for a Tuesday morning. I called him at work.
He assured me that the furnace guy would be here at 9:30 and he was on his way home. I explained to him that I was going to jump in the shower and he said that was fine, he’d be home in a sec and I could just hide out and shower while the guy was there.
Luckily, I sat down to check my morning email because next thing I know I see a van pulling into the driveway and I sprint through the house to find something other than a robe to wear. I’m sure that 60 year old furnace guy would love to see a robe wearing otherwise naked pregnant lady answer the door right? The dog is barking.
Finn Spiderman is yelling about his Spidey senses going off.
Dave? Nowhere to be found, of course.
Thankfully, the furnace is fixed, my fingers and toes are almost thawed. And that, my sweet friends, is my Tuesday morning.
How is yours?