Got my documents open and about to try and get some work done while I'm still semi awake. I was up at 5:15 a.m doing my work out this morning, thanks to my new radio alarm clock that my fella got me.
I happened to mention that my internal alarm clock wasn't working lately because of my screwed up sleep routine. My little guy was sick, then he was waking up in the middle of the night. So my sleep patterns were off and consequently my internal alarm clock wouldn't work. All I need to do is think of what time I want to wake up, doesn't matter what time it is, and I wake up. Pretty nifty. However, not lately. I need a set routine sleep time for it to work. So I was missing my work-outs and getting pretty miffed about it.
So on Friday night when Jeff went out for our regular Friday night take-out, he came home with a radio alarm clock for me. Pretty neat little thing. Works wonderfully, with all kinds of cool little features. I can set it to really low, which I do because I'm a light sleeper and hate to be jarred awake. He knows this, which is why he got me a radio alarm clock. I can even set it to let me fall asleep to music if I like, and it will turn off at a certain time.
I was really touched by this little gesture because it was so thoughtful. It means that he was paying attention and that he cares. I really was only kind of thinking out loud when I mentioned that the internal alarm clock wasn't working, but he made a mental note of it and went out and got me a real one. It was such a simple, practical solution and such a sweet thing to do, that I was speechless for a moment. This is partly what makes me fella special. He does thoughtful, considerate things.
When I bought my elliptical machine, he set about making that space as comfortable for me as he could. He set up a shelf, high up in the corner, and took the small tv he had in his garage and put it up there. He then attached the tv remote to the program box of the machine with velcro, pointing toward the tv, so that all I ever need to do is push buttons on the remote. I never have to lift or move it.
How freakin' thoughtful is that? This is stuff I'd have never even thought of. But little things that make my life a little better, in small ways. It takes an extraodinarily kind person to even just think of these things, never mind implement them into action. These are things I never asked for. Never even considered them.
That he was thinking of how to make things better for me is disarming. Leaves me feeling humble because I don't expect it, I'm not used to it, and gestures that show me that somebody cares can actually take the breath out of me, and leave me a little shaken.
I love to give. I have a difficult time accepting gifts of kindness. If I think about this, I'm sure this has to do with my drunk-ass dad, and being the parent in that particular relationship. I'm used to taking care of others and making life better for others. I don't consider it for myself. It makes me nervous.
Maybe I need to work on that.
So anyway, I don't miss my work-outs anymore. Not for sleeping past my work-out time anymore. Thanks to a sweet gesture :)
I'm sleepy and blithering, once again. I'm off to work on the book.
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