So, last Saturday I was feeling very "wifey" and made Jamie pancakes and vegetarian sausage patties, presented with apple slices and milk- all served as breakfast in bed (after 9 o'clock). There were no ulterior motives. I did it because I wanted to. I knew he'd be surprised and it'd make him happy.
Fast forward one week, to yesterday. I hear his alarm go off at 7:20 on a Saturday. What the heck? Yeah, we had an appointment with the Direct TV guy, but he was going to show up between 8-12. Jamie creeps out of bed, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. My heart did a little leap! My kindness was going to be returned with... bakery doughnuts! I just knew it. You know how you just KNOW some things? Well, I knew it. So, I stayed in bed dozing in and out for about another hour. I get dressed around 8:30, just in case the cable guy is already here, and march happily downstairs, ready to be *surprised* by my loving husband and some yummy bakery doughnuts.
I say hi to Greta and Jamie (who's dusting for some reason) and sort of scan the kitchen for the white wax paper bag. I'm not seeing it and my heartbeat quickens a bit. When I ask why he was up so early, he said he had to clean downstairs for the cable guy. Huh? No doughnuts? Was Jamie all of a sudden a bachelor trying to seduce his date with how clean his place is? Who cares if the cable guy sees our dust? Where are my doughnuts?
After a few unkind words, I angrily made myself, and only myself, chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream! They were good, but they tasted even better since Jamie didn't have any. I made my point. Or so I thought.
We have a christening this morning at 10 (which raises a whole different set of emotions in me), so we got to sleep in a bit later than usual for a Sunday. Once again, as I get in the shower this time, I just know that when my shower's done our bed will be empty because Jamie learned a valuable lesson yesterday and I would have bakery doughnuts today. When I turn the water off, I hear the tv on. No, no, no, no, no. It just can't be. I was 100% sure Jamie wasn't going to fail me two days in a row. Especially since I made my heart's desires so clear to him yesterday. I cracked open the door, and he's laying in bed watching Fraggle Rock. I, again, expressed my concern over where my breakfast was. And he was all like "Aughhh, (slapping his forehead) I can't do anything right!"
After all these years together, it's the small things in life that can make me happy. Too bad when those small things don't happen (even after being clearly asked for), they can set me off, too.