Everyone has been overwhelmingly supportive of my daughter; getting her in a space where things are right one way or another. But, that was all put on hold when our neighbor was in a car accident and we lost two days helping her family out. Sorry for not responding to your wonderful loving comments. It's been an insane couple of days.
Tonight, I waited in the hospital lobby while Eric worked late. The expected discharge did not happen and I brought a disappointed little boy home to wait one more day for his mom and grandma to return. When he finally slept, I crawled into bed next to my exhausted husband and nuzzled his arm.
"You woke me up," he whispered, rolling into me and wrapping his body around my back and shoulders. "I was dreaming about Vegas."
Eric and I have been talking about going to Vegas for a long time. We know Shadow Lane has an event every year. We have fantasized about fancy hotel rooms with topless pools, waxing parlors, and Cirque du Soleil.
"What were you doing in Vegas?" I asked.
Eric grinned in the darkness and squeezed me even tighter.
"We were at an amateur night strip club and you were on stage showing off your skills."
I pondered this answer. Was this something I could actually do? Body image, a C minus at best. A public venue? Who else would be in the audience? Was this something Eric truly wanted or was it just a dream or a fantasy? A combination of the two?
I sat up and flipped on a tiny table side light. Eric groaned and covered his eyes but I ignored him and called out to Alexa. "Alexa, play Joe Cocker, You can leave your hat on."
Slowly and sloppily, I did my own mini strip tease, dancing around, shaking my bacon, playing it up before my sleepy eyed yet entranced man.
Ahhh, life is good. The music slowed and I leaned in for a kiss.
"Don't quit your day job," Eric chided and then pulling me onto the bed, dove his tongue into my mouth so I wouldn't have time to complain about his poor taste in jokes.
(Speaking of, on a side note, in an extremely seductive voice, Eric left me a message at work the other day. "Hi honey. Can I tell you something dirty to think about until you see me tonight? The white horse fell in the mud." That man has bologna in his shoes.)
Anyway, the stress and frustration of the weekend turned into a naked wrestling match and pillow fight, our giggles muffled as we tried to keep from waking the young house guest sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. Delirium had obviously set it but it felt awesome and we'll both get through today with cups of caffeine and silly memories.