Beds

Let's go back in time, just for a bit.

When Craig and I first shared a home, we slept in a small water bed.  Yes, a water bed.  When the heater in the bed quit, we still slept there, with quilts covering the bladder of the water bed.  I didn't mind at all, because the smaller the bed, the closer we were (ahem).   After about six months though, the novelty wore off and I lost my patience with the damn thing (can we say freezing!).  We threw it out and used a previously owned, queen sized mattress that I had kept in storage.

Fast forward two years.  We decided that a new bed was in order, so we went shopping.  Craig fell in love with the queen version of bed heaven - cashmere pillow top - while I was happily testing the king sized version of bed heaven.  Thinking my money conscious husband would agree with the queen version - more room for snuggling - he surprised me, and together, we purchased the enormous king version.  I really thought I had won the lottery.

As it turned out, he's really not a cuddling type of man.  Boy, was I fooled!

After our first fabulous night sleeping in our huge bed, I woke to Craig delightfully declaring, "I need a map to find you!"  I'm still not sure if that's a compliment.

As much room as we have in the great giant bed, there is never enough.  I like to sleep with about twenty-two feather pillows and lots of air conditioning, while Craig likes to heat himself to death and steal half of my pillows.  I like to cuddle while I sleep, while Craig thinks nothing short of shoving me off of my side of the bed.  On early weekend mornings when Murray is finally invited into our bed, we might as well not sleep.  He kicks, he pokes, and he grunts and snores.  Then, at some point, Rudy jumps in with us. 

Despite this?  I wouldn't change a thing.  Plus, Craig still has his own space.  He can always sleep on the couch.

Sleep tight!
-M

Crazy Dancer

My husband, Craig, has been attending the WCHA Final Five hockey tournaments in St. Paul, MN, for twelve years.  The group of guys he goes with start planning for the trip around Thanksgiving, and then reminisce about last year's trip from the second they get home until they start the planning process all over again.

It's kind of annoying. 

Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop them from making the annual trek.

Once, when Murray was just four months old, I came down with a nasty stomach flu. I was in the emergency room being treated for dehydration, and Murray had yet to be away from me overnight.  My crying, screaming, begging, throwing up and passing out didn't even change Craig's mind about going to the tournaments.  That night, I had no choice but to send tiny Murray to his grandparent's home (thank goodness they live in our town).

I really, really wanted to throw a rock at Craig's head that day; I don't think I've ever been so mad at him.

WCHA has never been a negotiable subject in our marriage.  March means WCHA with the boys, and no matter what happens, he's there.  I could be giving birth, and he'd probably leave me in the hands of a stranger just to get to the games.

Now, DH is not a bad guy.  In fact, he's a great guy.  But, when it comes to hockey, he's like a crack addict on a mission.  I'm not exaggerating.

This is what happens:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waU43gypbs4&feature=player_detailpage#t=8s (Sorry, I don't know how to embed this, but trust me, the clip is worth your time).

Yes, that is Craig.  The man I married.

So, I'm thinking, that after eight years of this, it's my turn to start an annual tradition.  Somewhere sunny in mid-January, perhaps.  Cocktails on the beach, anyone?

And surely, I'm a better dancer than he.

Real World Parenting

Note:  The following clip contains foul language.

I don't use swear words very often, except for the occasional "dammit".  If the chardonnay is flowing, well, that's a different story.  But sometimes, there are moments in life when saying a bad word just makes you feel better.

My girlfriend sent the following to me.  DH and I laughed uncontrollably.  In fact, we're still giggling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU5Mi0QQPMc&feature=share&fb_source=message

Do you ever feel like this?