I just re-read the title of my post from yesterday: Test Scores And A Sappy Ending and it seriously cracked me up. Then a creepy thought came in- I wish I could’ve named it Test Scores And A HappyEnding.
My Bride being the sweetest, and even still, innocent person I know, would not get the meaning of that. It’s still relatively funny to me. It would have meant a dramatic improvement in our relationship, so THAT would have been welcomed on several levels.
Last Night I came home to a flood. We live VERY rural and had to have our hot water heater replaced yesterday. When I got home, I was greeted by my youngest, who was clearly stressed.
“Dad! Hurry! You HAVE to see this!”
I was thinking something cool had happened.
THAT, gentle readers, is our pump house. We have a well and that is where the pump lives. It was flooded to about chest deep on me. Knowing that I’m 6’2″, and the dude working on it being 5’9″ I knew he would have had a tremendously difficult time working on it in the current state. We pumped it out.
It’s a real bad situation. It looks like we’re going to be without water for a few days. Since I’m kinda big on consuming water, hygiene and toilet flushing, my kids and I went elsewhere. My Bride, who was suffering from the mother of all migraines, stayed home. “I don’t care, I don’t want to move and I want to just stay in my bed.” I think the fact she took 2 OxyContin might have affected her decision. She was zombiesque.
We made the 10 minute drive to my patent’s home. Got showered up and into bed.
I HATE sleeping alone. I’m so used to being with My Bride that it’s very disturbing when we aren’t together. I had a very difficult time getting knocked out and I slept like ca-ca when I did go down.
It’s weird because when we separated (3 days) last year, I had no problems sleeping. Of course, I was drugged up quite significantly too. On the other hand, at the end of those 3 days I was in the looney-bin for suicide watch.
You could say I’m a teeny bit codependent.
I write all if that for this point: I cannot imagine ever being apart from My Bride. That concept is so foreign to me. Since I’ve spent OVER half of my life sleeping next to her, it’s a bit disturbing when we are apart.
I like to watch her sleep, it’s very cute. I like to hear her breath. I love to hear her slight, little snore. I LOVE to watch her get up to pee, it’s hysterical. Barely in a state of semi-consciousness, she stumbles about to complete her mission.
It’s all predacious to watch and I could never imagine not having that simple pleasure in my life.
I love My Bride. I find more reasons each day.