The Pastor will be home soon.
I'm glad he'll be back, but I'll miss the heat.
I'd rather have his warmth than a warm house.
Guess I'd better turn down the thermostat. And maybe open a door and let the cold air in so he'll think I've been thrifty? I have made some of my coffee and cooked some meals in his absence, so a little heat should be ok.
Guess I'd better make the bed too.
I hate hate hate making the bed. It's my least favorite chore. I even washed the sheets today, so I've really boxed myself into this whole making the bed thing.
Maybe he will appreciate the clean sheets more if I save the bed making to have him help?
Where's one of those kids around here when I need someone to assign a chore to?
I'm even writing this blog post to avoid making the bed.
And watching Jersey Shore. That's how much I hate making the bed.
My only incentive is that I get to crawl into it with the Pastor.
Ok, I'll do it.
Good thing about me: I washed the sheets and made the bed because I'm nice and it'll make my husband happy.
Thankful - in advance - for a good night's sleep.