I made Martin's lunch. He has to walk at least twenty minutes to get into the building from the car in his company's huge parking lot, so it makes going out to lunch a lost cause. Only when the entire department goes, and then it's a two to three hour endeavor.
The refrigerated parts of his lunch are sitting in the bottom right hand shelf of the fridge. Just like they have been for oh, nine years now. Two sandwiches; one turkey and Swiss, one ham and cheddar, both on rolls, not the silly bread slices. A salad, with roasted almond pieces and cheese and bacon bits. A Strawberry Cheesecake Yolpait, which if you haven't had one, I heartily recommend you try
The rest of his lunch is in his Super Duper Self Chilling Awesome Lunch Bag, including the Mike Sell's Salt and Ground Pepper Chips.
I prepped the coffee pot for the morning. I even set a mug out. All that's left to do is hit that button. Three minutes later, coffee appears.
I even set out clothes for him.
All of this is an effort to sleep in on my part. Will I be able to? No. My husband lives in the same house as I do. We've been together nine years. He is still convinced I get up in the middle of the night and hide things on him.
At least he's very sweet.