{"id":1099,"date":"2003-05-06T07:58:00","date_gmt":"2003-05-06T07:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/05\/morning-blues.html"},"modified":"2003-05-06T07:58:00","modified_gmt":"2003-05-06T07:58:00","slug":"morning-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/05\/morning-blues.html","title":{"rendered":"Morning Blues"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My closet has become a land mine, with hidden bombs and pitfalls. I put on an item of clothing that fit me just last week, and suddenly there&#8217;s a huge gap between the buttons. Shirts that fit snuggly before now barely cover my belly. And then there&#8217;s our morning routine. &#8220;How does <i>this<\/i> look?&#8221; I&#8217;ll ask, trying on my fifth top. Adam will look me over and say, &#8220;Um&#8230; It&#8217;s&#8230;okay.&#8221; Back to the closet. He&#8217;ll say, &#8220;Try on that red shirt.&#8221; So on it goes and he&#8217;ll look and say, &#8220;That&#8217;s fine,&#8221; but when I go to the only full-length mirror in the house downstairs in the guest room, I&#8217;ll see an outfit tight enough that I wouldn&#8217;t wear it to a bar, never mind the office. Why the problem you ask? Why not wear all the cute maternity clothes I bought? Because it&#8217;s freakin&#8217; May and the weather is currently in the 40s. I&#8217;ve spent many years in the Northeast. I know May weather. It&#8217;s not 47 degrees. It&#8217;s lower 60s. Sometimes 70s. It&#8217;s sunshine and sun showers. Northeast May is not chilly. Seattle weather is. Today&#8217;s high in Seattle is 58. Here, it&#8217;s 55.<\/p>\n<p>Our mornings tend to follow a similar pattern, right down to our morning banter. I get up about a little more than an hour after Adam, who gets up at 5:15. I weigh myself with a loud groan.  Adam bounces in (I mean this literally&#8211;he&#8217;s hyper and alert in the mornings) and acts like a goofball while I prepare to shower. Generally, this is where we have our inane conversations of the day, which are frequently more of a monologue by whichever of us is more awake (this morning it was me: I started babbling about the <a href=\"http:\/\/social.chass.ncsu.edu\/wyrick\/debclass\/gates.htm\">signifying monkey<\/a>. I don&#8217;t know why, but Adam used the word &#8220;signifying&#8221; [not in the literary sense], and it sent me off on a tangent about how I had studied the signifying monkey in <a href=\"http:\/\/depts.washington.edu\/engl\/cwhome\/cwmfa.html\">grad school<\/a> and had I known Adam at the time we would have found that  amusing&#8211;Adam&#8217;s a big fan of monkeys&#8211;but I was dating a boy who wasn&#8217;t very funny, so there was no humor in my study of the signifying monkey). After my shower I try, on average, six outfits on to see what will fit and what I will be warm in without panty hose (I loathe panty hose). This is the torturous part of the morning, and invariably Adam will say, &#8220;Who is going to drive me insane?&#8221; and I say, &#8220;You? Who&#8217;s driving <i>me<\/i> insane?&#8221; to which he&#8217;ll respond, &#8220;Do you think I like this?&#8221; And it ends with the inevitable, &#8220;You are the one who put this parasite into my body so you will deal with it!&#8221; Dressing now takes me almost a half hour. Then I head to my computer to check e-mail and occasionally blog, and he cuts up carrots for me to take in my lunch. Off to school for him and off to work for me.<\/p>\n<p>Do you feel like you know us that much better now?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My closet has become a land mine, with hidden bombs and pitfalls. I put on an item of clothing that fit me just last week, and suddenly there&#8217;s a huge gap between the buttons. Shirts that fit snuggly before now barely cover my belly. And then there&#8217;s our morning routine. &#8220;How does this look?&#8221; I&#8217;ll [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1099","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1099","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1099"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1099\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1099"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1099"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1099"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}