Today was going to be really special, y'all.
Since the XY took Middly to the doctor yesterday, and asked if he could leave the other two MFA Children home to avoid the cooties and take everyone out to eat today instead, when Middly's antibiotics had kicked in and he could take all three of them (so reasonable! I think THAT'S why I didn't cry in front of him yesterday, honestly: I was more shocked than I'd be if Bumpus turned to me right now and asked if I wanted him to make me anything for dinner)(how messed up would that be though, seriously? There's nothing to make for dinner! But dogs are stupid and it would be kind of bigoted of me to blame him, since he doesn't have thumbs to use on the refrigerator door. Bygones!), Hotter and I were going to have an evening ALONE.
I mean, it's not like MOST people can't have Stealth Sex while children are asleep elsewhere in the house if they lock the bedroom door and put Pandora on, but Hotter is not MOST people and the last time we attempted this he insisted on leaving his boxers on in case the sickly child threw up and he suddenly had to dash to the rescue, the end result being like silk-dyed Easter eggs. You know, if by Easter eggs, you mean my vagina and...yeah.
You can totally tell the lack of sleep and all the hanging out with crude-assed construction workers working construction at night is effing up my sense of decency.
So the MFA Children are gone. I am unusually well-rested because the foreman let us leave an hour early this morning and I was able to actually FALL ASLEEP when I got home because everyone ELSE was sleeping instead of running around getting ready to start their day (SEVEN! HOURS! I so needed that!). Hotter, being the girl of the relationship, expects me to ask him about his day and make some conversation before I try to rip his pants off (whatever, Hotter) and so I suavely started to read a post from one of y'all's blogs that I had particularly enjoyed from my Blackberry on my 3 a.m. "dinner break" aloud to him, and...then I heard snoring. Because while I was sleeping he was mobilizing the troops for the day and dealing with the poultry and the garden-watering and cleaning house, and he's currently passed out on the couch and I'm totally not getting laid until next Wednesday at the earliest.
I can't even snuggle up to him because he's draped at an odd angle across the couch. I guess I'll go take a nap in the bed.
How are all of YOU?