Every morning I get up while everyone else is still piled up in bed and make 4 ham and cheese sandwiches. Three with Miracle Whip cause the DH doesn’t like mayo and one with mayo for Girl. My nephew is living with us for a bit and works with my husband. They get one and a half each with the Miracle Whip. Girl gets the mayo for school. I don’t eat a ham and cheese sandwich every day. I eat a salad cause I’m lucky enough to work at home and that’s what I prefer. So, this is strictly a labor of love on my part.

Yesterday was a busy morning. I had to have Girl at a crack’o dawn orthodontis appointment. The DH was up abnormally early. I was heading downstairs, “You know, it’d be nice if you could make the bed this morning. I have to leave early to get Girl to the orthodontist.”

A very brief time later, he heads out the door, which essentially means he’s thrown on his clothes and shagged ass. I go upstairs. The bed is a slept-in mess. I make it. I go back downstairs. Then, in the spirit of the morning, I make 2 and a half sandwiches. One for Girl. One and a half for my nephew. The baggie with the one and a half sandwiches is labeled in permanent marker “For Nephew. No DH.”

Mid-morning I get a phone call.

DH: Uh, hey, where’s my sandwich?

Me: Do you see one in the lunchsack?

DH: No. That’s why I’m calling.

Me: You couldn’t bother to make the bed. I couldn’t bother to make your sandwich.

He laughs.

DH: Is that how we’re playing this.

Me: That’s how we’re playing this. And by the way, that sandwich and a half is made with mayonnaise.

Now as soon as I post this blog, it’s sandwich making time again. 2 1/2 or 4? I’ll probably cave to the 4. I had my fun yesterday and if he does make the bed he never straightens the bottom sheet which is rather one of the main points of the whole endeavor.:fryingpan: I think he does that on purpose.:doh: