Tales of a Bullheaded Man

Travis is a stubborn, stubborn man. He stayed up until 3:30 in the morning doing work around the house. That means he got about three hours of sleep last night, before heading to work this morning.

The main task I wanted him to take care of last night was to get our Internet working. I asked him to take care of this first because it didn't work all weekend. I ended up using the neighbor's Internet (thanks Sara!) to do our taxes this weekend (another horror story in itself). Neither our modem nor wireless router would work with our computer.

First on the list of people to call was our Internet provider. They were able to get our modem to work, but the wireless router still wouldn't work.

Second on the list of people to call was the maker of our wireless router. They were unable to find a problem with the wireless, even though the Internet still would not work unless it was hooked directly to the modem.

Third on the list of people to call was the maker of our computer, Hewlett-Packard. Of course, through all this, the only American Travis spoke with was with our Internet provider. Everyone else was from somewhere in the Middle East. When Travis called HP, he spent the first 15 minutes of the phone call spelling his name out to the guy. Neither of them could understand each other.

He ended up spending a total of two and a half hours working to get our Internet back up and running. The final repair was removing our wireless card and reinstalling it. What a pain. Thank goodness it's working again though. I HATE paying for something that doesn't work.

Travis finalized everything around 11:30pm and then what does he do? Continue painting the nursery. He started the trim at almost midnight. I got up at 3:20am for my mid-night trip to the bathroom to find Travis on the couch eating Ramens. What is wrong with him?!

Of course, all last night he was a cranky butt. He didn't ever finish his dinner, hence the snack before bed. I don't know what his rush to finish this stuff is. I think he's having more extreme nesting instincts than I am. He has a growing list of things he wants to do around the house before the baby is born. Hopefully we don't kill each other before then.