Back to a lighter note...
Do you have a good way of keeping track of the remote?
I feel like this is an American quandary. Where is the stupid channel-changer? TV-Thingie? Or as my brother prefers, the Whatcha-call-n?
The G-money living room is safe. When the who's-it-what's-it hides, we just peek behind the sofa cushions and wham-o, problem solved!
But let's talk about the bedroom remote. J-Man and I have a system. And it does not work.
*Nighttime arrives and J-Man turns on some ridiculous (insert eye-rolling) cartoon for grown-ups and keeps remote in hand
*Nicole comes to bed and fights for the covers.
*J-Man fights back
*Struggle continues for 7 solid hours
*(Nicole usually wins)
*J-Man's alarm goes off at a ridiculous hour. He moves
*Nicole sleeps longer and wakes up to J-Man's required goodbye kiss (Yes, required! What if something awful happened to him while he was gone? Reasonable-ish, right?)
*Nicole's alarm goes off at a reasonable hour.
*Nicole reaches for the remote to hear the gentle voices of Matt, Meredith, and Ann and the grating voice of Al.
*(No success).
*Arms slide over the comforter and sheets snow-angel style to feel for the elusive remote.
*(Continued failure)
*Nicole tries wave effect with comforter.
*(No flying skinny, black object)
*Finally, resolved to find the stupid thing at any cost Nicole flings half her body over the side of the bed, weight balanced carefully, eyes and arms scanning under the bedframe. Socks, magazine, cords to the heating blanket and? Is it maybe? Possibly? A remote!
*With exceptional care, Nicole shimmies backwards, gradually releasing blood to flow to more places than just her head. Turning on the TV she laments that she is now awake, and should probably get up and get ready.
And so goes the story of most mornings. Including today.
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