When Ryan's Tired

Ryan has been working 10's for the last two weeks, including weekends.

We've been getting lots and lots of rest, but still, the 10 hours of physical labor makes Ryan tired at the end of the day.

When Ryan's tired, some funny things happen.  

[1] He tells his co-worker, "I love yo... You aren't my wife" when parting for the day.

[2] He sends me a text in the middle of the day today asking, "Are you at work?"  This is after I told him twice yesterday, and once this morning while driving him into work that today was my regular day off.  Sheesh!

[3] He tries to dry his wet steel-toe boots in the dryer, even after I insist that it's a bad idea.  Instead of trying to argue and reason with him, I let him do what he wanted.  They clunked and clunked for about 30 seconds before I said, "Your boots are going to break the dryer."  His response was, "My Mom used to dry our shoes in the dryer all the time."  I zinged back, "Yes, I'm sure she did.  But did she dry steel-toed boots in the dryer?"  Then, as if on cue, the dryer stopped drying.  

I win.  

Ryan then placed his boots in front of the base board heat.

[4] Again with the drying.  His water proof jacket (made of nylon and polyester) turned out to be not-so-water proof and he wanted to make sure it's dry before tomorrow morning.  He says, "I'm going to throw this in the dryer."  I said, "I don't think that's a good idea, but if you insist (again, I didn't want to argue) - put it on low heat and only for a few minutes.  The jacket will melt."  He didn't believe me.  I asked for the jacket, and read the laundry/care instructions on the tag where it explicitly stated: DO NOT PUT IN THE DRYER.

I win, again.

and [5] He answers a phone call from his cousin, "Hey babe... Dammit!" (giving me quite the chuckle) and continues to tell him about [1].

He is working this weekend, anywhere from 12-18 hours a day.

I can't wait to hear what comes out of his mouth after those long days.

Better him than me!!

I must say I'll take weird and stubborn over grouchy and crabby-panties any day.

Take Luck,

LP