"I'll be done in about 10 minutes..."

About 7 weeks ago, we ordered new windows for the basement. Then the order got delayed. Then we added to the order ... delaying it more. The whole time I asked if Tim would ever so kindly clean out our window wells, which were covered with planted, weeds, and trash. He said, "That's easy. I'll do it."

Then, about 4 weeks ago the windows finally came in, but we delayed installation because our tax return was late (our fault), and we could not pay for them. I just kept saying things to the person on the phone like, "Oh, wow, this week is so busy, can we push it ... ah ... two weeks?"

So, now the windows are being installed tomorrow. Yesterday, I nicely asked, "Please do not forget to clean out the window wells." I asked nicely several times today. He said, he would do it. At 7:45 p.m., he sat on the couch with his computer. (To his credit, he had been helping me with things around the house and with Quinn all afternoon because I am in so much "discomfort.")

I got a little snappy about the windows, and he got a little snappy back. I cried. Then i put Quinn to bed with her asking, "Mommy, w' happen?" While I was putting her to bed, I heard him scraping at the wells. I knocked at the one he was working on and gave a big wave. "I'll be done in about 10 minutes," he called.

So, if it was such a small job, why didn't he just do it 7 weeks ago (or 5 years ago), so I would think he was all cute and great?