My time with my lovah was awesome. But damn, I wondered if I was boring him. I was so tired and worn down from Merlot’s broken ankle, the last week of school, and 5 hours of sleep for an extended time, that when Al got here, I crashed out. Everytime I sat down I got drowsy. I think I drooled while sleeping on his chest. Ewwwwwww.
It was like I had narcolepsy.
He was, of course, the gentlemen and said that I didn’t drool, snore or fart in my sleep but I don’t know if I believed him. He tells me such things to spare my feelings.
He got here Thursday afternoon, and I had kids until Friday afternoon. Then we had the Margarita Peace Summit, some straight talk, and some delightful adult playtime (ahem). After that, we slept 10 hours. On Saturday, we had high hopes for a date and even went so far as to choose a movie and check times and then, narcolepsy hit again… So we watched movies at the hotel while I dozed. It was pitiful, I didn’t even get him dinner, we ate snacks out of the vending machine at 10 pm before crashing again for another 10 hours. On Sunday, we had high hopes and the best intentions for making that movie, but again,
Al watched an entire season of Breaking Bad while I caught up on my beauty rest, YO.
You can see why I kept asking him if he was bored.
Yesterday I was back on and he was scheduled to leave at 6 p.m. By early afternoon his flight was already delayed until 7 pm. There were men here working on the roof leak (thank you Jesus) and with some hestiation I left them to run him to the airport. I was dropping him at the curb when a kind soul told us that all the Soutwest flights had been cancelled. Cancelled people. Whoop! He looked all worried at the delay because he was feeling stressed about missing work but I could hardly contain my joy.
Hell, I didn’t even try to contain it.
(BTW, when I do this my kids act all horrified. I have no idea why. I think I’m excellent at it.)
I was even happier to learn that they couldn’t get him on a flight until the 29th. Unfortunately, he problem solved and got a seat on a 6:30 a.m. flight this morning. Drat. Just when I thought that no man could problem solve, he tricked me and is one who can.
It was all good. We had 6 days of good time together and got to talk out the issues that had been swirling in my head about the distance and how to plan where to go from here. I really thought he wasn’t thinking too much about the future but he has. It gave me peace of mind to know that he does have a plan even if I had to ride his ass to get him to share it.
He thought he was sharing it. He reminded me of discussions in which we have previously discussed time lines and future plans and I had only a vague memory of them. So, nevermind. Possibly I have Dissociative Disorder and one of my other personalities was present during those conversations.
Let’s call her Sybil.
All in all, I feel much better after our 6 days together and all of that sleep. The truth is that Al relaxes me. Stanley never gave me peace of mind. He never told me “Everything is going to be alright“ and was not good at providing comfort. We didn’t sleep touching at all. Al wraps me up and I start to breathe and then all of a sudden I’m nodding off. He is like a 6 ft tall Xanax tossed back with chardonnay.
And that’s a good thing.