Monthly Archives: March 2011

30 Minutes, Please

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I’m generally a happy, peppy person.

BUT…

I’m finding that I prefer 30 minutes of quiet and alone time in the morning. Not to say that I am a bear or anything (although, with the proper lack of sleep, I can achieve bear status), I just want to be alone with my thoughts.

Abuela seems determined to not let me have these 30 minutes (not that I’ve specifically asked for them). On days when I get up earlier than normal, it’s like her radar goes off and she gets up earlier too. If I get up later, she tends to already be up and waiting. And chatty.

Her: What time is it?
What I want to say: IT’S EARLIER THAN I WANT IT TO BE! WHO CARES WHAT TIME IT IS?!?
What I say: 6:30
Her: 8:30?
Me: No. 6:30
Her: Where’s the cafe?
Me: I just got out here, I haven’t had a chance to make it yet.

*deep breaths, deep breaths*

Meanwhile, in my other life…

I look at the clock and it’s 8:30 and he’s still sleeping.
I look at the clock and it’s 9:30 and he’s still sleeping.
I look at the clock and it’s 9:37 and he’s still sleeping.

I can’t take it anymore. I get up. I get dressed. I walk the dog. I check my facebook. I check my email. I check the clock, it’s 10:17 and he’s still sleeping. It’s very sweet of him to give me my 30 minutes of quiet and alone time, no?

I look at the cafetera longingly…  

I wake him up. Unlike me, he IS a bear. A stubborn bear who insists on making the cafe himself. So I do my best to give him 30 minutes of quiet and alone time, as long as he’s making me cafe.

Hey, at least I don’t ask him what time it is. 😉

Love Hate Relationship

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Me: So… Do I stay home and do zumba here? Or go to the gym for the kickboxing that I hate? (Oh yeah, I hate it. I spend the whole hour wondering why I’m there and when it will be over)
Him: Do the kickboxing! Learn to love it!
Me: I’m learning to hate it…
Him: Oh, you will love it.
Me: Each week I think, “I couldn’t hate this any more” and then… I do.
Him: Once you see the resuslts you will love it!
Me: The results? It’s stealing my booty! FINE. I hate you. AND the kickboxing.
Him: Awwww, don’t hate.
Me: hate
Him: No hate… only LOVE.
Me: I got your LOVE right here, buddy.
Me (to myself): LOVE??? WTF? Is he implying what I think he’s implying? Did I just get L-Bombed?

For the record: I went to kickboxing and didn’t hate it. I by no means loved it, but I didn’t hate it. 😉