One More Night
I sound like Phil Collins. But unlike his ballad about longing to spend one more night WITH a person, i’m thrilled to have just one more night WITHOUT a person. Yep, Randy returns home from the west coast tomorrow and life returns to normal.
I’ve come to realize many things in his extended absence:
1 – I don’t move in bed when he’s not around. I wake up and the sheets are all nicely tucked and the bed barely looks slept in. When he’s there wtih me, sheets are all over the place because some sort of magentic energy pulls me toward him.
2 – He motivates me. Seriously, I’ve been so lazy with him gone. I did nothing Friday or Saturday. Well, Saturday night I finally left the house to play Wii with some friends. But I missed a call from other friends hoping to get together because I even left my phone off. At night, I sit by the TV, watche DVR’d shows, and play on the computer. I went to the gym once (in 6 days). I went to a movie, but that’s it. No sketching. No hanging out with friends. No cleaning. Yet when Randy is home we seem to be out and about entertaining ourselves, running errands, etc…
3 – I eat less. I suppose this is one area where I’m better off when he’s not home. But since he does the cooking and I usually do the cleaning, he cooks more than I would. I’m a simple guy: some chicken and veggies. Done. He does side dishes and larger portions. He likes dessert. When I’m alone, I forget to eat. And when I do, it seems to be less (that probably explains why between breaking up with Matt and meeting Randy, I’d lost over 25 pounds…and since meeting Randy have gained OVER 25 pounds).
Anyway, despite my looming obesity, I’m thrilled that he’ll be home soon.
I wonder what we’ll have for dinner tomorrow night?
**The picture above was from Christmas 2002. At least I think my new fatness is less noticeable (it’s just in my belly). Back then, it was in my face more.
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Thems look like some tasty cookies….. Bet ya ate ’em all your self… didn’t ya.
Guilty.