Morning chats yield decisions

Today is the day, my friends.

We have a fabric decision.

Finally.

Some back story to this morning’s decision:

I have a habit of attempting to engage Michael in important conversations just as he’s falling asleep. I think a lot in bed and never want to forget to tell him all my thoughts. He hates it. It usually goes something like this:

At night, after it’s been silent for, sometimes going on 15 minutes or so, I quietly say “Hey Michael? You awake still?” Almost certainly he was not awake before I started talking, and I know that. And he usually doesn’t respond with more than a sigh, as he turns over to face me, before I start talking about making life plans, wanting to go back to school, saving more money, buying a house or having a baby someday, or reminding him of something he needs to do the next day that he certainly will not remember since I told him when he was half asleep. He reminds me that “now is not the time . . .” and that "we'll talk about it tomorrow," and the room falls silent just as abruptly as I broke the silence moments earlier. He quickly returns to sleep as I make a mental note to talk to him about in the morning.

I’m trying to heed his advice these days.

So this morning, As Michael lay in bed, not yet fully awake, eyes still slightly blinded by the daylight, I fluttered around the room getting ready for my day and happened to bring up my desire to make a decision on the fabric for these chairs as soon as possible. Like, yesterday.

And on and on I go about how I’m leaving town tomorrow morning (Albuquerque, anyone?) and I’d like to decide today so that we’ll have it all set for when I return this weekend and I can start pattern making on Saturday afternoon and he can finish sanding, and if we order it online we’d have to wait for shipping and I know you don’t like yellow, but isn’t that one just so cute, and . . . . . I don’t know how much of it he heard.

And then, with eyes open a bit more he says “Aren’t we just getting the pink one?”

Well, we sure are, aren’t we?

How easy was that?

(Turns out that ugly-ish yellow fabric I posted yesterday was definitely not in the running. He thought it looked like a cornucopia.)

I realized I need to have more morning discussions and fewer evening discussions. These are much more productive.

I’m already planning our ‘talk’ for tomorrow morning about this Anthropologie duvet cover that I need.

http://bit.ly/duvetcover

I NEED it because I think our bedroom is drab and depressing to wake up to in the morning. And Michael picked out our current duvet cover and I hated it from day one. And it matches the art in our room and my green dresser. And I could make cute curtains that match. And since we are lowly renters that can’t paint or put up wallpaper I would like more color. Plus, it’s on sale. And Valentine’s Day is next week. And two of the reviews said it was “masculine” enough for their husbands to like so it won’t be too feminine. And I’m good wife.

And, after all, Michael got to pick the fabric for our chairs. . . .

Kate