Five For Friday - Snippet Style

1.  It was a rough night last night.  I woke up around 11:45 to the sound of Jay arranging a camping pad on the floor of our bedroom to sleep on.  Figuring that he must be so cold and mad at me for needing a window open at night that he couldn't even stand to share a bed with me, I tossed and turned (both from fitfulness and because I got up and closed the window and I was hot!) all night.  I didn't say a word to him, though, because that's how I respond when I think someone is upset with me.  I completely back off.  Yeah...pretty effective communication skills.  :)  Turns out, he was just really uncomfortable and was desperate to try a more solid sleeping surface to see if it might help him fall asleep.  Apparently, my super low sleep number affects his side of the bed and he feels like he's constantly keeping himself from sliding down onto my side.  I'm glad he wasn't mad at me, but I've been wondering all day if the hassle of sleeping with someone with totally different needs and preferences is worth the trouble?  And, please understand, by sleeping, I mean shutting our eyes and drifting off into la la land.  Jay used to joke about getting separate rooms and it always hurt my feelings and he'd say he was just joking, but now I am wondering if he actually was joking and if he was on to something.  We are just so at odds when it comes to sleeping comfortably.  I need a cool room - he sleeps better warm.  I prefer a soft, soft bed and he needs it firm.  I can't sleep with any lights on and he frequently dozes off with all the lights on.  I know compromise is a necessary tool for marriage, but does it carry over to sleep?  Is it the worst thing in the world to have separate beds or...dare I say it....separate rooms?  I know it's not ideal, but is it bad?


2.  Fridays, I get Henry at home all day and it's really enjoyable to have that one on one time together.  Today, we took his big boy bike on the river trail.  I thought after watching him ride around on the driveway that we'd make a great team and he's peddle his miniature 12 inch wheels about as fast as I could speed walk.  I was right. We managed together for a whole six minutes before he thought it was too hard and wanted to go home.  I want him to love riding his bike so we followed his lead and walked back to the car where he promptly told me he wanted to keep riding.  But, I was feeling all Katy Perry with his hot and his cold, his yes and his no and said that we were done.



3. I often read about the apparent universal ability of women to multi-task.  Certainly, it seems most women I talk to have an innate ability to accomplish more than one thing at a time but I fear I missed my dose of do-two-things-at-once juice when it was being handed out.   I am particularly bad at talking on the phone and getting anything done.  For this reason, if I am trying to get something done, I won't pick up my phone.  Vice versa, if I do pick up my phone, any and all progress halts.  Nearly all of my long-distance friends have given up on calling me thanks to my poor phone skills, but my sisters and my mother still make a consistent effort.  Wanting to stay in the loop but hoping to make better use of my time, I headed into Office Depot today to get a headset. I was so excited to wear my new apparatus but as soon as I took it out of the box and tried to use it, I realized none of my cordless phones have a stereo jack for the headphones to connect.  Even more disappointing, the plug doesn't fit my cell phone.   I suppose I need to give Bluetooth another try.  Whenever I wear one, I swear I can actually feel a tumor growing in my brain.

4.  I don't think men should reveal any part of their thigh when wearing shorts. When I dropped Seth off at football tonight, I saw a dad sitting on a nearby rock watching the practice and saw more than I wanted to.  Nothing indecent, unless you consider hairy thighs indecent, which I do.   I think it's always bothered me in the same way pairing white sneakers with jeans does, but I really firmed up my opinion after watching Robert week after week on this last season of SYTYCD.  Every week it seemed, Robert would come out to dance his solo in a tank top (another no-no, but farther down the list) and short cotton shorts that screamed I-come-with-an-elastic-waistband.  Would it have killed him to sport a pair of cargo shorts like Kent?  I'd concede the point that shorter shorts allow for better movement, but not exposing their thighs didn't seem to hinder any of the other male contestants.  When I think of shorter shorts on men, I always think of the JC Penney catalogs with the middle aged men standing around with one hand in their khaki pocket pointing at something.  I suppose my LDS shorts-to-the-knee mindset prejudices me against anything shorter, but it's not even a modesty issue for me.  I just don't like seeing men's thighs.  Let's keep it to the knees, boys!



O.K. length.



Not OK.

5.  I still haven't used my Bare Minerals make-up because I can't figure out how to open the container.  I was on the phone with my sister this morning and attempting to multi-task (see how handy a head-set would have been in this situation?) and she heard me complain about not understanding how to pull off the tab on the plastic sifter.  It doesn't budge in any direction so I'm not sure how to pull it.  Up?  To the side?  In a clockwise or counter clockwise motion?  The directions only say "pull" and I feel frustrated that my make-up container is smarter than me.  Emily suggested I search for a YouTube video demonstration, but should opening a make-up container require a video demonstration?  I don't think so either.