Ahhh…the joys of a growing baby and a growing body. Last night I discovered these joys first-hand. I woke up about 1:25am burning hot. I don’t know why, we aren’t running the heater and it is usually about 66 degrees in the house. I kicked off all the blankets and laid there for a few minutes; feeling very grumpy and still sweltering. I decided to go to the bathroom; I figured walking on the cold tile floor in my bare feet would help cool me.
I got back to bed and I was a lot cooler, but sleep was still eluding me. My precious and adorable husband was snoring louder than a hibernating grizzle bear on a January evening. Oh my gosh, I felt sorry for him, but also sorry for myself because I couldn’t get back to sleep. I tried to get him to stop. I tried rubbing his arm, leg, shoulder, back, chest…none of that worked. I even resorted to kicking and punching him…still nothing helped. I decided enough was enough and I grabbed Buster and headed towards the spare bedroom.
Our house is old and the installation is lousy; especially in the spare bedroom. In the summer it’s an oven and in the winter it’s an icebox. It was freezing in there. I quickly decided a tank top and panties would not be enough to keep me comfortable. I was in luck. Chad had already packed for our holiday trip and his suitcase was in the spare bedroom.
I opened the suitcase and found a pair of his night pants. This is how the scene played out in my head. I’ll put the night pants on; naturally they will fall off my hips and on to the floor; I’ll pick them up and crawl into bed and fall asleep…case closed.
This is how the scene played out in reality. I grabbed the pants; put in my left leg; put in my right leg and pulled them up. Then nothing. They didn’t fall down to the ground, they didn’t even fall to my knees. Nope. They stayed put; fitting snugly on my hips. “These fit?” I thought. “How is that possible.”
I am convinced that the elastic band is fully stretched out when Chad wears them. But, yes, it is official…I can wear my husband’s clothes.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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ah, good times. that is really good times -- love it!
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