And everyone’s favorite little segment is back.
(I know I know you perverts like the TMI sex posts the most!)
It’s been a while since I’ve delved into the virtual treasure trove of blog fodder that is “Sleeping with my Wife”. I chose to do so today because it’s quite easy to blog about this than anything else. As of late the stress of not having/continually searching for a new job has bested me. Not only does the job search prevent me from writing as much as I like to but stress has crept in too.
I won’t bore you with the whines and moans. Stress can foul up a lot of things and writing is no different. So I wanted to keep this place flowing and get the feel for blogging/writing consistently. What better way than a short piece on something that generally writes itself?
So there we were sleeping as a happy little family. Rasputin was scrunched up on her pillow and Csonka was curled up in a ball by my feet. I’d slept a little bit and then got up to do some writing. I’d recently returned to the bed and had been dozing when she began to stir.
“Huh?” She said.
Then she got up and mumbled something as she swung her feet off the bed. She made her way slowly around the front of the bed and stopped.
“Meow” Csonka warned. A few shuffled steps later and she was next to me on my side of the bed. She stopped.
“Meow.” Csonka said a bit louder.
I shifted as the wifey bent over. Great she’s going to Kung Fu me again! Nope she felt around the small drawer next to the bed. She felt the side of the bed.
“Where?” She searched lower. “Where is it?”
“What are you looking for?”
“Oh no. Oh no.” She looked some more.
“It’s okay come back in bed honey.”
“Come on back to bed.” I rubbed her leg.
She quietly got back in bed. I got up and turned the light on and asked her what she was looking for. She said she didn’t know. I kissed her head and we went back to sleep.