Usually, Jim is up and out the door long before the sun even rises. He’s off and running (literally) while I am able to slowly wake up. At my leisure. All alone. In silence. The only one I normally encounter in the morning is Aaron. And that’s for a minimal amount of time.
So I was excited to wake up with Jim. We could cuddle and talk. Like normal married people all over the world.
What I didn’t take into account were two important variables:
- I am not a morning person.
- Jim is prepared to talk a lot upon waking.
The blizzard dumped inches and inches of snow on our home. The sun rose. I opened my eyes…and there was Jim’s smiling face. Suddenly, the smiling face I adore wasn’t quite so sunny. He was smiling. Loudly. Ok, you’re wondering how someone can smile loudly, I don’t think I can explain it. Maybe it was the anticipation of the speaking that was sure to follow the smile.
Long ago and much earlier in our marriage, I used to wake up when Jim did. And he would amuse me with themed jokes. For ten, fifteen minutes he would rattle off a series of bad puns and jokes. About cats. Or the weather. This was adorable when we were first married. Alas, the novelty wore off and I began sleeping through his morning routine.
It had been years, but Jim was prepared with his morning comedy routine. I, however, wanted blissful silence. So I could go back to sleep if I wanted. I didn’t have to get up. There was a blizzard; I wasn’t going anywhere. There was no silence. I believe there was poking involved. Poking as in I’m-not-touching-you pseudo-poking.
I rolled over. Jim leaned closer. He told some jokes. I didn’t laugh. I managed to return to sleep. Jim went to tell the snow jokes as he battled the blizzard.
I hope I become more of a morning person before we have an opportunity to do this again. I don’t want to stifle Jim’s comedic aspirations.