So last night after dinner, Wyatt decides to watch the Italian Job. Yay. Don’t get me wrong, I like that movie. It’s a good movie. But I don’t like it as much as he does. (I’d rather watch HGTV all night.)
But like any good wife, I agree. I mean, it’s a movie with my hubby, how bad can it be?
But I lay my head down and he immediately complains, “Are you going to sleep?!”
So I get up and move to the dining room table to work on my computer. And in the meantime, HE lays down and falls asleep. Before the first commercial break. Good Grief.
And he slept for the ENTIRE movie.
At one point I woke him up and told him I was going to take the trash to the dumpster. He didn’t offer to go with me. He just rolled over and grunted. How romantic. So I took my evening walk alone.
And at 9:30, when the Italian Job started over from the beginning, I woke him up, ate a brownie, and we went to bed because he was so tired from his “nap.” Needless to say, it was a pretty quiet night here in “newlywed ville.”
Is this what married life is like? I had expected we’d do a lot more hot, hip, cool things up here in the big city.
But tonight after dinner, we’re sitting on the couch again, just watching TV and chilling. Which is fine. Really.
And you know what? It’s 9:30 again, and I think we’re going to go to bed…but this time, maybe for a different reason.