The past few days, I’ve hardly been able to keep my eyes open past 9 p.m. This isn’t normal for me, but it’s understandable in light of the craziness of the last few weeks. I’m just riding it out.
I’m having those moments where I know, rationally, that I’m being irrational. I can’t stop it, but I can acknowledge it. Like last night when Mr. Wonderful was voluntarily rubbing lotion on my back.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m such a bitch right now!”
“Because I love you, honey!”
“Ok. I’ll let you live. I’m sorry I’m such a bitch right now!”
He laughed. “You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t take a shower tonight, or you would have just gone ‘Poof!’”
I looked at him, hard.
“I will kill you. I’ll smother you in the night. And no jury in the land will convict me. And, I’m blogging about this.”