Jason got home Saturday night at midnight.
He was home a day earlier that I had expected.
I was happy.
He leaves again on Wednesday and will be gone two and a half weeks.
I think my husband likes me.
We have a king size bed but we might as well have a twin for as much space as we use.
At 3:13 AM I said, "Jason scoot over."
And he did.
Which is a good thing because I was about to fall off of the bed.
At 6:30 AM when I was wide awake, once again hugging the edge of the bed, I said to Jason, "Do you see how much space is on your side of the bed?" He looked and then said, "But you keep scooting over and so then I have to scoot over too."
Wouldn't you say that means he likes me?
We talked into the wee hours of the morning Sunday morning.
After an hour or so of talking I noticed that my allergies were awful.
I couldn't breathe.
My eyes were swollen and runny.
My nose wouldn't stop running.
I said to my husband, "I think I'm allergic to you."
But as it turns out I was allergic to him.
He had mowed the lawn earlier in the day, and didn't clean up before he made the 4 hour journey home.
After two allergy pills and a cough drop... and Jason washing his arms ... I felt like I might live.
I'll take allergies any day if it means my husband is home.