I'm currently wrestling between catching up on my reading for Educational Psychology, or giving in to sleep from my dating-induced insomnia.
It's just different. I wonder to myself, is it because I'm older, more mature, more comfortable in my skin? Or is it him, us, and chemistry? I laid curled up with him this morning, wanting to stay in bed just a little bit longer....Bella was even curled up with us. I know, I'm lucky. Another thing I know, is that there is nothing better than pizza at 4 am, the discovery of red wine I actually like, finding out although I'm not an Asian Martha Stewart..he'll still eat it (and more than likely pretend to like it), and that laughing about 'stupid fool' has yet to get old.
I secretly love/hate that this entire entry is turning into a dating recap, but you should know--I went over to his house on Friday after what could only be classified as the longest day of my week (Up at 5:20, out the door *ideally* at 6:50, student teaching until 12:30, then work from 1-6:30). I stopped at the grocery store to pick up Pinot Noir & Yakisoba (odd combination..but, delectable + delicious) and when I got to his house he had a single pink rose waiting for me. He had been working all day and still found the time to get it for me...it was one of the single most thoughtful things a guy has ever done for me, and it definitely made me melt. Inexplicable contentment.
It can only be bettered by the fact that Wednesday before class, I stopped by his house and we laid entangled in each other for an hour before peeling apart so he could make us to-go mugs of coffee at 4 pm. Did I mention he played the guitar by me, lulling me into what could only be described as complete relaxation..?
In conclusion, I get to see Piglet tomorrow morning for coffee/breakfast before she heads back to snowy Colorado. I am so excited for her and the recent leaps & bounds regarding the progression of her relationship, she really deserves it. I think, nothing can be 100% perfect...but it's what we do with the tribulations--she's stuck it out, braved some difficult decisions, blossomed with independence, and really become an incredible woman. I think at the end of the day, that love, their love is worth it all. So proud of her, if you couldn't tell.
On the other end of the spectrum--another independent woman in my life had just purchased her first beautiful car...and got rear ended before she even had the plates on her new car. Devastating. I was only relieved that she was okay, and that she was in a car that kept her safe. Why does stuff like that happen?
It comes back to a terrible nightmare I had last night. I was in Northern California at Goat Rock Beach, driving on a frightening, winding, road. Everyone was driving so fast, and there was no way for me to turn around, no outs, before I knew it--Allison, who was in the passenger seat, and I were airborne off the jagged cliff into the tumultuous dark gray waves...meters from the shore. I turned to her and told her we had to get out, as the water poured in the windows and the car started getting sucked under. She just stared at me, not moving. The whole dream..ugh, it terrified me. What does it mean?
Oddly enough, my monthly horoscope just said, "pay attention to your dreams on 10, 11, and 12th--They could clue you in to what the problem really is."
So what does it mean?
Okay finally--I have to tell you, I wanted to drown myself in the sea of flour that surrounded me at yet another baking extravaganza at work. I wanted to the kids to decorate 'halloween' themed sugar cookies with the younger kids. Unfortunately, I hadn't actually thought about how much sugar cookie dough it would take...or that I would be doing the cookies from scratch and cutting out each one..over 60...and ineffectively struggling to use a rolling pin. I'm no Martha Stewart..but I somehow always manage to forget. Spending 3 hours in the kitchen prepping was worth it when their smiling mouths were stained black from the frosting dye--and being kids, they were too elated to even worry about it. I love that about kids....the small stuff stays small...SOMETIMES.
Sweet dreams.
