I haven’t been blogging a lot. Work has been taking over my life and I’ve been soooo tired lately.
When I get back from work or an event, all I want to do is make love to my bed and smush my face into Munirah.
Sometimes I forget about Dean! Like he’s just hanging out in the living room and I go to our room to just wash my face etc, and then I don’t come back to him for the rest of the night. He’ll come in looking for me and find a sleeping wife legs everywhere and arms over her head (sometimes mouth opened too). It’s really sexy.
So he’s been pretty neglected these days since our usual routine is to always hang out on the couch and watch TV before bed.
I thought that’s why he’s been a bit moody and sleepy these days.
“Sorry baby, we’ll hang out together tonight k,” I said to him.
“No, it’s not that…. I just haven’t been getting much sleep lately.”
“Oh why???? Are you ok?” I asked him.
“Yeah I’m fine.. You, on the other hand, have been snoring so loud these days.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and I could feel my cheeks getting so red. I chose to laugh in the end to save us some awkwardness. “Are you serious??” I asked, in an obvious defensive tone.
He imitated the snore and I was mortified. There is no way I can produce such sounds. I’m just a tiny little girl!!!
*defensive to the very core*
“And you fall asleep so fast it’s unbelievable. One minute I’m kissing you good night and tucking you into bed, then I go and brush my teeth. When I come back, it’s like there’s some animal coming out of you.”
Can you imagine your husband saying that to you? How on earth do you respond to that?!!
“I’m sooooo sorry. I had no idea. I don’t know… I don’t know how to fix it….”
“It’s ok, I still love you, baby…” Dean kissed my forehead. He got up to the kitchen and I swear I heard him chanting softly to himself, “Oh dear God…I love my child, I love my child, I love my child….”
I felt so bad. I’ve been so tired and pregnant that I snore now!! My poor husband….
I guess it also doesn’t help that I look like this most of the time…