My point here is that it’s possible that Otto and I never really had a good stretch of time to just hang out, just the two of us, and enjoy our newlywed bliss.
Well, being the prince that he is, Otto flew the kids up to Boston on Saturday. He handed them off to their dad and then spent a couple of days with his family, and yesterday afternoon he came home to me.
Home to a quiet, kid-free house.
“We should capitalize on this!” I said. “We should be totally wild and crazy!”
“Ooooookaaaaayyy…” he agreed, sort of. “What do you want to do?”
God. Does he have to be so LITERAL about it? I tried to think of something exciting (“Scrabble! NAKED Scrabble!!”) but it turns out that I am equally boring whether my children are around or not.
It also turns out that the lure of Shiny Things is a transmissible condition. Otto spotted his new computer (which had arrived in his absence) and then I had to leave him to play with it for a while. Although, in fairness, I had my own work to do, too.
Did I mention that Otto is on vacation this week? And that I am NOT? Hmph.
I was so happy to have him home, though, that I gave him the “welcome back” that every man dreams about—I informed him that the DSL had been installed but the wireless router wasn’t working with it, and could he please fix that and oh yes, by the way, please call Charter and cancel the cable modem?
Otto was on the case, starting with a phone call to our DSL service to find out the proper settings for the router. He was immediately connected to someone in Calcutta who wanted to help him troubleshoot the modem.
“There’s nothing wrong with the modem,” Otto kept saying. “The modem works just fine! Great, even! But we’re having some trouble configuring our router to work with it. No… NO… THE MODEM IS WORKING. IT’S NOT THE MODEM.” He eventually managed to talk with someone in Wisconsin who was able to help him out. Who says those people only know cheese?
Then he called Charter, where the customer service rep ARGUED WITH HIM about whether or not Charter had tried to resolve our service issues. He handled it perfectly and finally got our service canceled, and I was super-impressed with him because he didn’t even raise his voice once. Me, if I’d been on the phone with that person, I would’ve been swearing like a sailor.
So great was my gratitude, I went out and picked up Chinese food for dinner, which we consumed while staring deeply into… the television. Ah, romance!
Later that night Otto confided that really, he’d been unable to sleep properly without my icy toes resting on his calves, and while I warmed my feet on him I felt my blackened heart warming up, as well.
Today we slept late and then Otto got right up and redesigned my business cards for me, and now he’s running them over to the printer. Because he loves me. And there is nothing sexier than a man who beckons you and then whispers, “What do you think of this font?”
Later this week I think he might redo my website, too.
What? Isn’t this what all newlyweds do…?