Day...4

When you're in a relationship and you start having "sleep overs" men and women are always on their best behavior. You make absolutely certain to brush your teeth before bed, wear your sexiest pajamas, if any at all, you avoid foods that will give you bad breath or, heaven forbid, gas. Some women even go as far as brushing their hair and applying a little lip gloss right before climbing under the sheets. Sleep overs early on are so great. And exhausting!

Once you take that leap to living together, those things all fly out the window. I'm now too tired to brush my teeth every single night before bed. I figure I do it twice during the day, what does it matter if I miss the nightly routine? And who in their right mind sleeps nude? Not me, I say. Flannel pants and over sized T-shirts are the comfortable way to go, while sporting zit cream instead of lip gloss. What can I say? Practicality takes over when you are comfortable in your relationship.

And those aren't the only things that have changed since I started sleeping with Alex. (And I don't mean "bumpin' uglies" or "doin' the nasty".) He seems to think that I snore. And I know I didn't snore before so why would I snore now? I woke up this morning and he wasn't even in bed with me. He was sleeping on the couch. The couch!? Isn't that where one sleeps when fighting with ones partner? Not because you imagine she is snoring. Now, I have heard him saw a few logs in his time and yet, I still lay next to him in agony. Why can't he suffer the same? I wondered, briefly, if I should get some of those sticky, nose strip thingys but...why? I apparently get the whole bed to myself now. I guess it's not a horrible trade-off.

I did manage to drag my lazy ass to the swimming pool this morning to burn off some of those imaginary Bon-Bons that keep sneaking into my dreams. It was touch and go for a few minutes when I thought I might drown. But then I realized I was in the shallow end and everything seemed okay from that point on. That is, until my lungs started burning and my breath was seeming to come in much shorter spurts. I'm just not sure swimming is the thing for me. I did buy a pass so I'm gonna have to go another time or two to make it worth it. Shit. If those 80 year old women can jiggle themselves into a swim suit and strap a foam belt around themselves, there is no reason I can't make it just one more day.

I showered in the locker room at the pool and strutted my stuff with confidence. Only because all of the "fit" girls who go swimming were already and work and I was left showering next to the jiggle sisters. The certainly looked at me with envy. This is what my life has come to? Trying to make poor grandmothers envious? I need to get out of the house more often.

After cheer practice, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies for the yummy meal I had slaved over all day to prepare...via crockpot. But when I walked in the door, what do you think I saw? No, nothing that frightening. But sitting there, right on the counter, was a vase with a dozen red roses and a thoughtful card from Alex. You see? Sometimes things just work out. All the little things are forgotten and I can see the bigger picture. I have the best boyfriend in the world!

Day four was a great day!