the one where he’s sad…

What’s a bubbly, bouncy, happy-go-lucky girl to do when her man is having one of those days, and sounds more like Eeyore than himself in the not-so-playful texts they exchange as the blustery day progresses? Be supportive, tell him inane jokes, compliment his mad parenting skillz, giggle gently at him when he calls, tell him so many times she loves him that he actually laughs out loud and begins to resemble himself again. And then go online and buy the adorable L’Occitane hand and lip duo, in the Hugs and Kisses pattern, reeking of relationship bliss and guaranteed to put an “aww…” on the softened lips of the recipient. =) Squee… so cute, go check it out, tell me the drawings aren’t to die for… I’ll wait here.

But seriously, he was one grexy bear today, but not angry, simply bereft. When he called tonight, my heart broke a little at the smallness in his voice, my man who is generally so strong, the Redwood to my mossy bank. Gah, that sounded slightly pornographic without my even trying, lol. All I can say is long weekend full of way too much schoolwork and no where enough beer. Or any beer for that matter. Which could be my entire problem, but I digress…

So what do you do to cheer up your partner in their times of stress and need? I offered to cook his fav meal on Thursday for dinner, having forgotten that he is out of town this week for work, and while we get a few stolen hours tomorrow between classes for coffee and a quick romp, we will not see each other for the remainder of the week. Sad-making thought, this is the longest we have been apart since we started dating last April. Suddenly feeling rather small myself, until I remember that while nights without Paul are not my first choice, those same nights I will be sans child, and therefore am about to get… wait for it… that elusive and mythical thing every mum dreams about… ME TIME !

I am envisioning early bedtimes and even earlier awakenings to the burbling of a coffee pot field with my dark as sin roast that is so strong it renders him unable to blink. Bubblebaths, dancing in the house, Tom Cruise, aka Risky Business style, yogurt and health shake for dinner consumed during 30second dance party between a parade of papers being written and Grey’s reruns cried over… I still can’t believe they killed off Derek, srsly Shonda ??!!

Me time, free time, what will it be time? And while I wish the time would include kisses from him, and hearing him breathing in the wee hours, I am filled with happiness that for ¬†4 days and nights, it’s all about me, baby. Sure, I have classes, work, laundry, all manner of girl crap to accomplish. But it will be on my time, my schedule, my way. Ooh… the possibility really is endless… =)

Time for bed, 0445 comes early in these here parts. Hope your days are filled with those you love, and if not, at least filled with you eating dinner when you want, and whatever you feel like consuming at the time… goodnight, peeps. Namaste. =)

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