Life's Little Mysteries

Last Thursday morning I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee
(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).
I found a pile of socks on my kitchen counter.

Did I miss some of the socks when I was folding the laundry last night? I thought.

Last Thursday Morning

I put them away.

Sometime late Friday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

There was another pile of socks in the middle of the counter.

What?!

Last Friday Morning

I put them away.

Sometime even later Saturday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

No socks!

Whew!

Sometime late Sunday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

I had forgotten all about socks.

Sometime even later on Monday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

What?!

The socks were back!

Did Terry do laundry yesterday?  

NOT!  The football playoffs were on all day.

How many games did he watch yesterday anyway?

Monday Morning

I called Terry's office.

He didn't answer by the third ring.

I hung up.

He must be really busy! I thought.

I didn't feel like exchanging pleasantries with someone answering the phone for him.

I couldn't do much more than croak anyway.

I put the socks away.

Sometime even later on Tuesday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

You have got to be kidding me!

More socks!

What the hell is goin' on?!

I'm going to get to the bottom of this tonight!!! 

I swore as I put the socks away.

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday evening was not a good evening.

I was completely out of it, 

so Terry made me Chicken Soup for the Soul.

That's what he called it when he put the bowl in front of me and said, "Eat!"

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Terry had gone all out!

Not only had he heated up the can of chicken soup,

but he'd chopped up and added in a leftover cooked chicken breast

that he'd found in the back of the fridge!

Chicken soup never tasted so good!! 

I ate it and trudged back to bed.

I didn't even remember the socks.

Sometime a little earlier on Wednesday morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(stuffed to the gills with cold medicine and Tylenol).

Oh come on!

More fiddlesticks socks!!

What the hell is goin' on?!

Tonight I will get to the bottom of this!!!

I swore as I put the socks away.

Wednesday Morning.

Terry came home after work.

I was much perkier.

It must have been the Chicken Soup for the Soul.

I pounced!  The croaking phase had passed.

"What's with the socks?

Every morning I come out, and there's a new pile of socks on the kitchen counter!

The kitchen counter!!

It's driving me crazy!!!

I keep calling your office to ask about the damn socks!

But you're too busy to answer the phone!!

I keep putting the socks away, and every morning MORE socks show up!!!

What the hell is goin' on with the socks?!!!!"

I had worked myself up into quite a lather.

The Ever-Patient Terry put the mail down on the counter,

turned to me,

and very calmly and quietly said:

"Honey." 

He paused.

"The reason there are socks on the counter every morning

is because I don't want to disturb you."

Pause.

"You've been having such a tough time getting to sleep and staying asleep 

with your cold and all that coughing, 

that I don't want to wake you up in the morning 

by turning on the light to look for socks."

Pause.

This is a very long speech for Terry.  

He goes on to say calmly and quietly: 

"I just grab a pile of socks out of the drawer,

go the kitchen, put them on the counter, and find a pair to wear."

Is the E-P not just the sweetest hubby on the face of this Earth?!!

Sometime even a little earlier this morning, 

I trudged groggily out to the kitchen to find some coffee

(not quite so stuffed with cold medicine and Tylenol).

And there was another pile of socks!

This Morning

Just another love note from the greatest guy on Earth!

Hopefully, by tomorrow morning,

Terry won't have to leave socks on the kitchen counter.