My husband and I are very different.
In some aspects, I'd even go so far as to say polar opposites.
For instance, yesterday he arrived home from an almost 3-month deployment. He had only slept about 3 hours on the plane, and his jet-lagged body thought it was the middle of the night.
We got home around 10:30am.
By 1:30pm, all of his bags were unpacked. The suitcases were put away. The DVD's were reorganized back into their cases. His cell phone was charging.
It took me 10 days to finish all of my unpacking, and I probably only got it done because I knew Josh was coming home and would laugh at me if it weren't done. Or maybe because I had run out of underwear and didn't feel like doing laundry.
Also, Josh does 8 minute abs every day. Has for a while. Apparantly he doesn't need a resolution like I do.
Yesterday and today were the first days since I've started that my ab workout was not done after 10pm.
In typical fashion, I would put it off and then remember right before I went to bed that I still needed to do my 8 minutes.
His attitude: Why put off what you can get done now?
My attitude: Why do now what you can put off till later?
Two peas in a pod I tell you.
In other news, this is the face of a fever:
Poor baby. He was burning up and the Motrin hadn't brought his fever down much. The purple popsicle helped.
Took him in to the doctor this afternoon and confirmed my suspicion that he has an ear infection.
Meanwhile, my ability to make out is being severely crippled by my whole stuffy, sore-throated, face-pounding existence.
Because if there's one way that my husband and I are not different, it's that we'd both like to be making out right now.
It's the tie that binds.