That weekend, Amelia had great plans to read. She had a book she wanted to get into, and a whole afternoon ahead of her.
“I’m going to finally read this book, George,” Amelia said. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
But every time Amelia sat down with a book lately, she seemed to fall asleep.
“That’s a great idea,” George said.
“What will you do while I’m reading?” Amelia asked.
“There is so much we have to do to get ready for the pollywog,” George said. “I think I might start putting locks on all our cabinets and on the toilet seat.”
“Are you sure we want to be locking and unlocking everything so soon?” Amelia asked. She had images in her mind of George battling with a locked toilet seat in the middle of the night, and she sighed.
“We have to be ready, Amelia,” George said. “It’s very important.”
Amelia opened her book. “Okay, George. I’ll just read a little bit.”
But as Amelia started to read, she found her eyes were very heavy. Lately, she was always tired, it seemed. Her eyes drifted shut, and her book slipped from her fingers. Soon, she was snoring softly.
And George gave her a very soft kiss on her forehead.
“So much to do…” George whispered to himself. But Amelia needed her rest.
Amelia awoke with a start. She could hear some rummaging, and some muttering, and then the clang of a dropped tool.
“George?” she said groggily.
“Are you awake?” George asked. “Good. I need you to hold this for me–right here.”
“You’re putting together the crib?” Amelia asked. She slid off the bed and held the piece in place like George asked as he screwed it into place.
“I thought I would get to work on it,” George said. “I put the lock on the toilet seat, but then I needed to use it, and I couldn’t open it up again.”
“Oh, no!” Amelia said.
“I did figure it out,” George said with a rueful smile. “But maybe the toilet seat lock can wait until the pollywog can walk. It locks adult frogs out of the facilities, too!”
“I think that’s a good idea,” she agreed.
“So I decided to put the crib together,” he said. “I’m almost done.”
It was a very cute crib, and it used up a big portion of their bedroom. Amelia couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like with their pollywog sleeping inside of it.
“They say that putting together IKEA furniture tests a marriage to it’s limit,” Amelia said seriously.
“Not a marriage,” George said. “It’s tests a HUSBAND. It’s my duty and obligation to get things ready for our pollywog. You don’t need to worry about it. And I’ve done a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.”
Amelia had to agree! It looked great! And thank goodness they didn’t need to test their marriage with those IKEA instructions.
Amelia was so thankful for all of George’s hard work around their apartment lately that she made a great big meal of spaghetti, meatballs and garlic toast. A frog needed to take care of her husband, too, after all.
And Amelia was hungry, too. Not only was she always napping, but she was always HUNGRY!
So Amelia put the food on the table, and George’s eyes lit up.
“This looks wonderful!” George said. “Let’s eat!”
When they were finally done, George pushed his chair away from the table and heaved a sigh.
“I am so full!” he exclaimed.
Amelia giggled. George looked like the pregnant one now! He certainly was full! She must have done a good job on that meal. Her meatballs were to die for, if she did say so herself.
“Why are you laughing?” George asked.
But George would only feel self-conscious if she pointed out his very full belly.
“I’m just glad you enjoyed my cooking,” Amelia said. “Do you want to go for a walk, maybe?”
“I don’t think I can move!” George said.
“That’s okay,” Amelia said. “You’ve earned a rest.”
George been working so hard lately, and Amelia finally felt more rested, herself. So she got up to clear the table.
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