I think the bug guy saw me naked.

Since being diagnosed with MS, I am very routine-oriented.  The body memory of how I do things every day keeps me on track when my cognitive memory fails me.  So when KC is home, he throws my routine in a big ol' tailspin and I get very discombobulated.  Which annoys me.

My husband is an early riser and he enjoys the morning from the minute he gets out of bed.

I am much slower to embrace the beauty of the day.

When he gets up, one of the first things KC does is goes around the house and opens all the blinds.  Because we live where it's sunny 350 days a year, that means our house is flooded with daylight and sunshine.  I do open the blinds, eventually, it's just much farther down my list of things to do.  I prefer to gradually let the sunshine in as I become more acclimated to having my eyes open - not have them blasted all at once.

So, the fact that I don't open the blinds until after I've been awake and moving a while is part of my routine.  We have a room separate from our bedroom where we get ready; my closet and the bathroom is part of this room.  Having this setup was especially nice for my husband when he worked midnights; he would not be bothered while he was trying to sleep and now that I don't have to wake up with an alarm, it's particularly lovely for me when KC is getting ready.  This room is one of the rooms that KC opens the blinds for when he's home and messing with how things get done every day.  When I get out of the shower, I walk back and forth from my closet to the bathroom while I'm getting ready.  This part of the routine involves me being naked or partially naked because I get dressed in stages.  It's a very long explanation why and probably only makes sense to me.  And since I'm usually home alone with the blinds closed, it really doesn't matter.

One Friday, not too long ago, KC was home and up-and-at-'em long long before I was.  I got up and went straight to the shower before even talking to anyone.  (It's just better that way for all involved.)  I fell into my routine and started getting ready.  Back and forth from the bathroom to the closet.  Pretty soon I hear the doorbell ring and the dogs go nuts.  We were expecting the satellite TV repairman, but not until the afternoon; why was he here three hours early?  I hear KC go outside and talk to someone so I quickly get dressed and go to put the dogs outside so the man can work in peace without having his butt sniffed every time he bends over.  (I really have tried to teach them manners, but at the end of the day, they're still dogs.)  As I'm walking down the hall, KC comes back in.

I ask, "Why is the Dish guy here so early?"
Kasey replies, "Oh, that wasn't him, that was the exterminator.  He just wanted to tell us he was here."
"He never does that.  That's weird."

That's the truth.  We have had the same monthly pest service company for almost 12 years and, unless he is spraying inside, which he hardly ever does, I can't remember a single time he rang the bell to just let me know he's here.

Then I hear him driving off.
 "Wow, that was fast," Kasey says. 

I go back to my bathroom and finish getting ready.  But now I'm annoyed.  Why would the bug guy let us know he was here?  Just because he saw KC's car in the driveway, he decided to let us know he's here?  Oh sure, he's going to be all professional with a man, but not with a woman.  Such b.s.

I chide myself a little... I try to give him the benefit of the doubt,  He knows KC's a cop, maybe he was worried about getting shot.  Or maybe he wanted us to keep the dogs in the house when he's in the backyard.  No, the dogs never bother him.

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.  He is always here a good 20 minutes, at least.  Today he was here five.  He wouldn't have even had to time to spray the backya... then it hits me.  He had already sprayed the backyard when he rang the doorbell.  While I was walking back and forth -naked- from the closet to the bathroom.

I come out to the kitchen and dramatically announce, "I think the bug guy saw me naked."
KC chuckles, "Why would you say that?"
"Because you're home and you screw up my routine.  Thanks a lot." and I storm back to my bathroom.

Poor KC.