I heart him

My husband, baby boy and I have all been sick. FOR. OVER. A. WEEK. The boy has been sleeping splendidly (knock on wood, please, knock on wood). The husband and I? Not so much. Between running noses and hacking like a lumberjack saws down trees, holy shit! We're constantly waking each other up but funny enough, we're never really mad about it. We always seem to giggle a little bit and attempt another short siesta.

So you know when you've been in a pitch black room long enough to be able to see? Well, not really see clearly but outlines of the room and all? My husband went into the kitchen for something, probably some more meds that don't work, and I was awake but just lying in bed looking around the room with the lights out. A few minutes later I could hear him on his way back into the bedroom, which is right next to the kitchen. I looked over toward the doorway and saw him standing there with his arms stretched out before him, clawing at the air in front of him. You know.... in hopes to not smash his head into a wall or door, or anything for that matter! He finally found his way back into the bedroom but not before I was laughing hysterically at him. It's what I do. He looked like this:



There are moments in my marriage where we're so so so serious. There are moments in my marriage where I'm serious to the point that my husband says I'm not fun anymore. This was fun for me!

Love you babe!