I’m kinda’ out of it today. I think I partied too hard with my Honey this past Friday because it’s already Sunday and I’m still pooped. I feel disoriented, but at least my hangover is gone. I didn’t eat anything substantial though. I just had one slice of pizza for breakfast and then one slice of pumpkin pie just this afternoon. I wanted to make chocolate chip pancakes because it’s usually my tradition that I do every Sunday, but I’m just not feeling it. I think I’m a little anxious, too because I want to do things because I’m bored but I’m forcing myself to try and rest and relax because it’s going to be a busy week ahead. It’s going to be a good one, I know for sure, but I really need to just sit still for a bit and wait for things to just happen…
I didn’t mediate this past Friday or blog, but I did have a great time with the Honey. I finished a whole bottle of wine and I said I wasn’t even tipsy and then 5 minutes in the bottle was empty, I was thinking of having another but I started giggling. My Honey and I started wrestling like pups. He had me twisted up like a pretzel and I just laughed and kept saying, “I got you. I got you. I got youuuu…” And he said, “Where? I don’t see it.” And I would just move my head, even though it’s still stuck and I would say, “Seee? I got you…” Nope. He’s got me in a head lock. So, I was pretty much drunk because I was laughing pretty hard. Next thing I know I got shoved into his laundry basket and I landed on my ribs and that hurt like a rug burn because I landed on the rim of it and slid downwards, but I was too much in a good mood and he kept saying sorry in between laughter. It’s so much fun to be doing this after a string of arguments these past few weeks. It has been hard on both of us because we’ve been so stressed out with work and this weather hasn’t helped one bit so to just let loose, have a low key weekend was very relieving. Of course, I won… not really. I lost. I got shoved on the floor (mind you, playfully) and he was suffocating through his giggles and I was laughing too because I landed on the floor suffocating on my giggles, too. There was nothing graceful the way I landed on the floor. I thought of having another glass so he decided to buy me a small version of wine. By the time he got back, I was under the covers (it got cold) on the bed, curled on my side watching Netflix and smiling at him. He was blah blah blahing and I blah blah blahed back with a smile and then he blah blah blahed some more, which I heard and he was very endearing. I wanted to protest and tell him that he was more than enough, which I did… because he was pouring his heart out to me but I didn’t say anything back anymore. I just smiled at him and nodded while my eyes started to close because I knew that we were a little soaked down with alky. I just let him pour his sweet heart out. I smiled and said, “Okie, Haney, I’m going to sleep now…” And I slowly closed my eyes and continued to smile. I could hear Family Guy in the background and my Honey rustling in the background digging in my purse. “Wait… don’t you have to take your medication?”
“Mhmmmmmmmm…” I knew this, but I knew that he would remind me and would pass them to me eventually.
“Here…Which one is it?”
“There’s only one bottle, honey. I put all of them in one.”
“Um, no, you have another bottle in here.”
I looked up and pointed to them, “Here they are…”
Next thing I know I was comfortably on his chest getting my hair gently stroked and I was lulled to sleep.
So, it was a really fun Friday. Lots of giggles and wrestling into a pretzel that I obviously did not win. Butt naked falling all over the place and getting scratched by his laundry basket, but it’s all good. Apologizing fast and repetitively for this OCD ass was perfect. And, sleep is all I needed. And voila, I’m back in my bed again, every light bulb is on, a candle lit, Jazz Holiday in the background, raindrops tip tapping dancing outside my window and the only thing missing now is a cup of pumpkin latte which I think I might make myself right now and write another blog… *burp*
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