As much as I hate to admit it, my husband and I live a very structured life. Our mornings follow a strict schedule. He wakes up at 7:03 a.m. and around 7:14 a.m he exits the shower and I wake up. I chat with him from bed as he gets dressed. When he goes downstairs to make the coffee, I get in the shower. My bathroom routine is a bit longer than his "11-minute-express hygiene special" and so when I am in the bathroom, he leaves for work.
The significant snow and ice we have had in Boston has altered my routine, just slightly. Now prior to getting in the shower, but after teeth brushing, face-washing and using the toilet, I scurry out of the bathroom to look out the side bedroom window. Peeking out the window I make sure that my husband has not slipped and fallen down the stairs or tumbled on a patch of ice on the driveway. A quick check that the car is gone relieves this fear.
What a terrible wife I would be had I showered, dressed, applied make up and blew dry my hair while my poor husband was lying on the icy driveway, in the cold, with a broken back!
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