Just never knew it would be lonely.
Loser worked nightshift for 15 years. We wanted day shift for years. His line of work, however, It's difficult to get it. Finally, DAYSHIFT. The heavens opened up and angels were singing. He was finally able to make it to the kids' ball games and having supper with the kids and get to bed before 2am.
I love him working days. What I'm not so in love with is not having 1 moment alone with him. It's a rare night when we can run to our bedroom and have some time with just us. We always sat up talking about stuff. Nothing like nuclear fission or world peace. Just stuff.
My "chocolate covered strawberry" surprise the other night was totally wasted. Was going to tell the kids "Knock on this door just 1 time and I will remove the hand you used", Pop in a movie that Loser enjoys, bring in some strawberries and some other goodies, And just spend some time alone together.
It hurt. Very much bad. I guess my cusing and slamming doors woke him up. He was coniderate enough to ask what happened and kill the wasp. Made sure my throat wasn't closing up. Then right back to sleep.
I understand he's tired sometimes. But I think there is a chemical in the bedroom that works on us totally different. I sit here awake typing to other adults while he starts snoring as soon as he feels 400 thread count hit his big, bald head. Where as I struggle with mind numbingly boring insomnia and lack of sleep.
My TV and computer have taken over for my lack of adult companionship. Wow I need a drink now. See ya next time.
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