Today is day one of Bo's vacation.
We have so much jam packed into these 5 days it's not much of a rest but what can you do?
I woke up today thinking I was nuts for setting my eye appointment for 9am, who does that? Certainly not me, who is NOT a morning person.
Oh yeah wait I did. Cause I hate myself apparently.
I wanted to cuddle with him. To kiss him. To get all smoochy smoochy, steamy with morning breath under the covers.
Not sure if you are aware of this, but that shit, right there, is love. Kissing someone who's breath smells like a cat done crawled inside their mouth and died, and knowing yours is just as bad if not worse. That's a toxic combo my friends. If you are willing to test fate by kissing with these two bombs, that's love. Love in all it's messy glory.
I wanted to get all down and dirty. Not like we could but I wanted to fake it for a while. Get that heat a pumping through me so that while I waited for my name to be called I had something to think about. His hands. Those lips....those hands....that...yeah you get the point.
Except that was not in the cards and I will not lie, I wasn't happy. At first. The munchkins came to my attention, sounding as if they were tearing down the kitchen cabinets. I came jiggling into the kitchen ready to snarl and bite and chew them a new one when Bailey says 'We wanted juice but there were no cold ones. So I put some in the fridge. See?' all proud as if he'd just climbed Mt. Everest. He's sickly with a fever that is playing peekaboo right now. And he's all smiles because look Mama, I put juice in the fridge!
I wish I didn't have appointments today, I wish I could just stay home and chill with these weirdly wonderful people that is my family. All mine. I wanna get in a big dog pile and just breath them in.
Have I mentioned having Bo home is like crack for me? I swear my moods go from one end of the spectrum to the other with him in the room. I'm all crazy wired, energetic, and upbeat today. While yesterday I had been all down and dumpy...