Reconnecting...

I am a big believer in couples having time away from one another. This was especially important for the G-man and I when we were working together on the same schedule. You just need some time to yourself or with friends where nothing is expected of you. No one is annoyed that you didn't take the garbage out or didn't pair the socks. But now that G and I are working in different fields on different schedules I feel like I need to make an extra effort to connect with him. We don't have the drive to and from work to talk and vent, or dinner break to joke around, and we don't go to bed or wake up at the same time anymore. Heck we rarely have a meal together anymore.

That is why this morning I decided to forgo my usual run followed by couch surfing while G slept till 1pm. Instead I corralled the dogs upstairs and I crawled into bed with the Hubs at noon and waited for him to wake up, which didn't take long (I swear he has a 6th sense for when I am in bed naked). It was fantastic. We just lounged in our undies in bed with the AC blasting full force so we could snuggle with out getting all sweaty. We had some awesome mid-day sex, and then just relaxed for hours. We talked, cuddled, had tickle fights, laughed at the dogs being idiots on the floor. We made plans for the week. When I got a little hungry G went and got us a couple Lean Pockets and we snuggled in to watch Kung Fu Panda. I snoozed a little, he texted his BFF a little. But mostly we were just together. The world outside our tiny little bedroom might as well have not existed. We could hear the crazy thunder and rain, but we really didn't care.

But eventually the bubble had to burst. I had to get up and take a shower before work, and he had to wash his uniform for work tonight. But even now sitting at work I can feel my closeness with him clinging to me. I can see his smile when we talked about how happy his new job is making him, and hear his laugh when I tickled the spot on his hip that always sends him squirming. Tomorrow we will be back to runs to the gym and the grocery store, bickering about whether or not we should spend the extra $.50 for name brand over generic. He'll be racing off to work, and I will spend the night watching cheesey TV shows meant for teenagers and going to bed early. But today I have the perfection of three hours spent in bed with the love of my life making me feel light and happy.