Guys, I have a confession. I messed up my New Year’s Resolution to be the World’s Best Girlfriend already.
So, let’s rewind. Boyfriend and I went to seaside town over the weekend. The majority of the weekend was very pleasant. Boyfriend only yelled at the dishwasher a little, we had a nice dinner, etc. etc.
Until Saturday night. We went to dinner and watched the God-awful Midnight in Paris, and were in bed by 11:30. [Side note: Seriously, how did that movie get amazing reviews? It was TERRIBLE.] I drunkenly anxiously waited til midnight and made sure Boyfriend was awake to go HAPPY NEW YEAR and promptly passed out.
However, approximately 2 hours later, Boyfriend and I both woke up. Boyfriend went to the bathroom, sat on the bed, and said, “I don’t feel well…my heart is racing.” I, being the adorable little ball of neuroticism that I am, immediately woke up about 120%.
Even after he tried to assure me he was okay and it was probably indigestion, I was wiiiide awake. And completely wigged out. Not only because Boyfriend could have been having a heart attack/stroke/indigestion, but because there were noises in the house. And they could have been trespassers. And Boyfriend forgot his gun. And there’s no lock on the bedroom door. So I anxiously plotted escape routes (get onto the balcony and ungracefully fall into the bushes below) while every home invasion horror story I’d ever heard popped into my head.
|(This is me adjusting to the tablet. Back off.)|
Guys, in my defense, I had been drinking. And/or maybe partaking in a substance that sometimes makes people slightly paranoid. I was NOT going back to bed for quite a while.
|Counting Sheep did not work.|
So Boyfriend sensed my wide awakeness and opened his ipad and we watched tv on it for a few hours. Thank GOD for late night Archer reruns. Then Boyfriend kind of fell asleep but I maybe kind of would wake him up periodically to make sure he was still breathing and point out that a funny part on Archer was about to come on. [In my defense, Archer was on a rampage because his breast cancer chemo meds were actually sugar pills and zima. Cmon, this is good stuff.] And then we watched Entourage… or I watched and narrated to Boyfriend. This maybe continued until oh 5 am. [Another side note: Boyfriend "runs" in his sleep, kind of like a dog. It's so cute. He said he was dreaming about playing basketball.]
Needless to say, the next day Boyfriend was not happy.
And I was upset that I made him cranky so something like this ensued:
Arrrghhhh. Not my best showing, guys. Especially in light of the fact that my New Year’s Resolution is to be the #WorldsBestGirlfriend, and I spent the first few hours of 2012 systemically torturing Boyfriend (sleep deprivation is torture, no?). But anyway, then I remembered that I read on a blog (gahh I forget which) that New Year’s Resolutions really should start on MONDAY this year. I think the logic was something like “Who starts a diet on a Sunday?” So, I would like to officially adopt that logic, and state that my World’s Best Girlfriend work didn’t actually officially begin til Monday. And I have NOT denied him sleep since then.
Whew. I feel better already.
|Notice the pearls.|