I had a friend ask me today if I ever miss being single.
I replied that I absolutely do. It is a lot easier to be single. I miss it. Its normal.
But I don't miss it more than enjoy being with this turd burglar.
Single may be easier, but it is DEFINITELY less wonderful.
In case you have been wondering
This is what he has been up to since last time.
These things may have increased my attachment to him.
It was beautifully windy outside on Saturday,
so Chesley got out the Toy Story kite, and went across to the field to fly it by himself.
I could see those pearly whites in his mouth from across the street.
He takes naps in the fetal position.
With his pinky finger curled beside his nose.
I think he is trying to be one with our son.
While we were at my little brother's middle school production of Brigadoon a few nights ago,
we had the following exchange.
Me: "We aren't really in love. We have never sung to each other like that"
("like that" meaning awkwardly clasping both hands together
while trying to sing without puberty interfering with our ability to hit the right note)
Husband: "Whatever." (body turn in auditorium seat, singing voice engaged)
"Whatya gonna do with all that junk? All that junk up in your trunk"
I disturb those surrounding me with my laughter.
Swoon. My man can sing
...or he does it even though it isn't his particular talent.
He went to church like this on Sunday.
Apparently this is proper leprechaun tie length.
He covered it with a vest, but I wish he hadn't.
What has your room mate been up to?