I'm Married to a Robot

It has been awhile since I have written anything--I'm just starting to recover from the weekend. On Saturday, I woke up at 9 to begin working on the house. (Kevin had already been up for 4 hours, working on a plumbing project.) I painted our bedroom, cleaned, ran errands for Kevin at Home Depot and Lowe's not once, not twice, but three times, helped Kevin move all of our bedroom furniture in the bedroom once the paint dried, and then unpacked all my clothes and shoes and hauled them into the bedroom closet. By 1 AM, the final box was unpacked and I was close to collapsing from exhaustion. Kevin was still going strong--by this point he had installed a counter top, run pipes and installed a sink, hooked up our new washer and dryer, sanded and painted a wall, and cleaned and organized the attic and the garage. I fell into bed and didn't stir until Kevin woke me up at 11 (once again, he had gotten up at 5 to work on more home improvement projects). I was still sore and stiff from Saturday's insanity, so I was not nearly as helpful on Sunday. I caught up on all the laundry that had accumulated since the death of the old washer, I vacuumed, but mostly I spent a lot of quality time on the couch, begging Kevin to just take a break and relax. When he finally did sit down, it was not to rest, but to start working on a project for his job. This week is audit week at his company, so every day he will have to get to work early and stay late. I just don't understand how he can get by on 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night and continue to accomplish so much every day--I need at least 8 or 9 hours of sleep just to function. I went to the grocery store yesterday and I was still so tired and foggy that I walked off with an old man's grocery cart. I wandered around the produce section while he followed me, saying, "Miss, miss, you have my cart!" By the time his voice finally registered in my sleepy brain, I had pushed his cart all the way to the bakery aisle! I apologized profusely, but I didn't offer an excuse for my dopiness...I don't think he would have believed it if I told him, "I'm sorry, but my husband is a robot who never sleeps, and I made the mistake of trying to keep up with him this weekend." Oh well, lesson learned, and I think it is best for everyone if I take a nap now!