Waking Up To Someone New

I woke up face to face with a pink dinosaur with a yellow horn on her nose. Peeking around just behind her was a green and purple dragon, his red tongue resting on her head.

I didn’t climb into bed with either of these two.  As a matter of fact I climbed into bed alone, the four-footed blanket weight had curled up against on the bed, but not in the bed with me.  I haven’t slept with any stuffed animals in a number of years.  Perhaps my four-footed companion felt I need additional company.  She managed to sneak them into bed while I was sleeping thanks to medication and such.

Needless to say I was a bit surprised to discover my sleeping companions.  Waking up to someone new in bed who,wasn’t there when you crawled into the bed is shocking and disorienting.  Waking up like that while dealing with the side effects of strong mediation to tame lupus was enough to keep me in my bed a little longer.

Of course when I got out of bed the four-footed one decided the dinosaur needed to come with us.  So we moved into the comfortable chair to do some reading/resting, the three of us.  The four-footed one on my lap with the dinosaur resting on both of us.

Some days you just need a little dinosaur in your life, and if you are lucky, a four-footed companion takes care of this for you.


Breakfast In Bed Anyone

I am not a fan of breakfast in bed.  To be honest I’m not a fan of any meal in bed, this may be a result of too many hospital stays.  And then again, it may be a case of feeling that where I eat should not be the same place where I sleep.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t eat in bed, obviously that’s the case when I’m staying over at the hospital.  And yes it is true, Beloved has served me breakfast in bed a few times as well as other meals.  I just don’t enjoy it as much as some people seem to like eating in bed.

it isn’t just because of the crumbs and such getting in your sheets.  You see friends, I don’t spend a lot of time in bed when I feel well.  When I’m in a horrible lupus flare however I may spend days in bed.  Those days pass by in a blur of sleep, pain and medications.

Perhaps it is because I’m a product of my upbringing where unless I was very ill my parents expected me to be up and about doing things.  Heck my mother subscribed to the theory of get up and get dressed because you will feel better.  Sometimes it works, sometimes I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed.  At best I pull a brush through my hair.

So why am I telling you all this?  Because recently someone told me they thought the most decadent thing in the world was eating breakfast in bed.  Now I’m sure she didn’t mean the jello cups that I get in the hospital, but I just can’t see how eating in bed is decadent.  How about you?  Has lupus ruined a good thing for me?

Pillow Talk

Lets have some pillow talk.  No, not that kind of pillow talk.  I’m referring to your pillow preferences.  Pillows come in all degrees of firmness and a variety of shapes.  There are pillows for various body parts as well.  But that’s not really the pillow talk I’m looking for either.

You see friends I’m pretty attached to my pillow.  No it doesn’t go with me everywhere,  but I’m not a fan of sharing it either.  And yet some how that happened last night.  Without m consent or knowledge, well that is until I woke up.  And discovered another head.  On my pillow.  Sharing my pillow.  My pillow.

Some people don’t mind sharing their pillow when they are cuddling with their special person.  Unfortunately I’m not really a person willing to share my pillow.  And never with my four-footed companion.  I may let her rest on the bed, near my knees.  But that’s about it.

Needless to say I was shocked when I woke up to something touching me.  A part of me which was on my pillow and therefore meant that the something was also on my pillow.  Naturally I tentatively opened my eyes to confront this thing.  And discovered it was an ear.  My four-footed companion’s ear to be exact!

And evidently she rather enjoys the pillow.  The more pillow she gets the happier she is. That’s rather what I believe, based on her behavior when I tried to remove her doggie head of my people pillow.  You see she didn’t want to move and then when I got her moved off the pillow she used her ninja stealth to sneak back up and take over more pillow space.

I hope my new pillow is as good as my old one.  Because I don’t I will be getting my old one back.  The dog has turned it into her complete body pillow!

Good Ideas Ignore At Own Peril

For some reason today bed seemed like a good idea.  The minute I woke up to start my day, it really felt like bed would be a good idea.  So of course I got up and left bed.  I mean just because staying in bed seems like a good idea doesn’t mean one should follow it.

Las I went about my morning routine, bed still seemed like a good idea.  Actually bed seemed like the right place to be.  It doesn’t usually work this way for me.  Usually for me, bed isn’t a good idea in that I’d rather not be there unless I feel like utter rubbish.  I didn’t feel like utter rubbish today, but bed was comfortable and cozy and so it seemed like an ideal place.  Not that it was the ideal place, just comfortable.

And you know how it goes when you do something like tempt fate by doing what doesn’t feel right.  I ended up spilling coffee all over my shoes.  They had been white Keds.  Now not so much.  Oh sure they are still Keds, just coloured by moi!

I missed my stop on the line so had to walk back in my freshly coloured and slightly damp Keds more than a few blocks.  When I really didn’t want to walk back anywhere because I wanted to already be where I was supposed to be.  So no time to buy a fresh coffee.

When I finally got home I realized I had forgotten to pick up an item.  But I’m not going back, I will simply make do without said item.  I mean it’s not a big deal at all.  Until I went to cook and remembered it was a key ingredient.  And of course I didn’t pull out all my ingredients prior to cooking because that would be too sensible.  So I ordered food in.

Now you’d think that I’d easily fall back into my bed after the interruption of the day I had lived without any issues. But of course now there is no comfortable spots to be found.  All because I disrespected the allure of bed today.

Who Does That? Love Does That

Who wakes someone up out of a nice, deep sleep?  Especially around two in the morning?  Who does that I ask.  Or I should say who does that used to be the question because I found out today who does that.

It wasn’t someone on the phone, which happens now and then.  But let’s be honest people phoning you can’t see that you are in a nice, deep and peaceful sleep.  Unless you have some unusual arrangement.  Either that or you have some hidden cameras you didn’t know about! 😕

Nope it wasn’t the phone, just as it wasn’t someone stumbling to our door and ringing the bell.  Again that’s somewhat understandable because someone outside your house surely isn’t going to be aware that you are sleeping peacefully.

But who is guilty of this ummm crime is Beloved.  Not Beloved who just stumbled home and accidentally woke me up either.  This is Beloved who woke up with a strange feeling and came to share it with me.  He actually stopped and observed that I was sleeping peacefully.  He knew the need my body had for that deep sleep since lupus demands such a huge cut of my energy each day.  And still he woke me up.  Him not the dogs mind you.

In order to wake me up he had to decide that what he wanted to share was worthy of waking me up.  Check.  He then had to go about waking me up, more than one attempt may be required.  Check.  And finally he had to share that lopsided grin of his with me as he asked if I was awake.  Check.  And duck.  Because I threw a pillow at his way.  And missed because I was suddenly awake from a deep sleep.

So in case you wonder, it’s the people you love and who claim to love you back that will do this to you.  And yes you will still live them because who does that?  Love does that!

Our House According To The Dogs

In our house, socializing and  human touch is very important.  So is food and drink.  We value sleep and comfort in our house.  And squeaky toys reign supreme.  I’m pretty sure that’s how the dogs view lif in the house.  For all I know when they are barking, what they are really doing is telling other dogs about our house.  Then again they may just be barking.  I don’t speak dog.

You see the dogs love to visit with us.  Actually the dogs think they just like us and join into our conversations.  The also love to have people pet them, scratch behind their ears and rub their bellies.  That is the dogs want people to do that to the dogs.  They will actually brush up against you or push you with their noses just to start the touching process.  And no they aren’t shy.

Breaking bread, sharing meat or having a wee bit of kibble while the humans are eating is all seen as important to our four-footed ones.  If a human is eating, the four-footed ones must be there as well.  Not just hooping for fallout either, actually eating.

The dogs will settle for water out of their water dishes.  But they are more than willing to help you consume a latte or coffee.  If you prefer tea, they will watch you drink it, but they aren’t interested in helping make the stuff disappear.  Milk is acceptable for sharing from their perspective.  So is cream.  They aren’t interested in juice so that’s safe.

There are numerous places to curl up no catchup on some sleep if need be.  I’m not sure how it happened, but we now are the proud owners of several dog beds.  We have two dogs, but more than five beds.  They are scattered throughout the house in various rooms as well as in the car.  Yes you read that right.  I have a dog bed in the car.  Large enough for them to share.  Because why not?

Their favourite place to sleep however is on the human bed.  The huge bed.  The bed wi pillows and nice sheets.  They would prefer not to share that bed with us humans though.  They seem to think the human bed is designed for humans to pick them up and place them on the bed.  Perish the thought that us humans should sleep in the bed.

And those comfortable chairs and couches!  Yes please, especially if the humans aren’t home.  Although the humans agree on this one.  Comfort is important.

Okay so tweak a few things, get rid of the squeaky toys and you pretty much have the human side of things too!

Sharing Of Sorts…Or Leave My Money Alone

Sharing is good, at least that’s what we tell children.  I guess it’s what we tell ourselves as well.  And perhaps there is a time and a place to share.  It can make life easier for some.

But there are some things I just don’t want to share, such as the bed.  I mean I do share my bed, but frankly there is a guilty luxury to having the bed all to myself.  I also confess to not wanting to share favourite meals etc.

Having been through a few relationships, and maybe because I do have a sharing problem, I dislike sharing finances.  To me that’s just messy.  Well joint accounts that all monies go into or out of is messy.  Especially when you consider that the two parties in a relationship may not have the same incomes.

When a friend was commenting on how tangled her finances are with her spouse, and I told her I’ve avoided that issue.  Sure Beloved and I have our own accounts, and then there was a “joint” account where we each out equal more into for commonly held expenses, debts and costs.  This seemed completely abnormal and shocking to my friend.  She claimed that it’s a sign of distrust.

I can’t say s process is one of distrust, or lack of commitment so much as just a neat and tidy way to not tangle everything up.  I guess n the back of my mind I may have considered that our relationship may fall apart, but it wasn’t an active thought.

In my experience after the whole broken heart and fragile emotion thing that happens when relationships no longer work, there is incredible stress around finances.  It can be hard to remember who put what into the account or who took what out.  And from what I’ve learned when money has to be divided things can become hard and ugly. I figure our way is a bit simpler.

Since love requires that we let people one, which means hearts can be broken, and there doesn’t seem to be a way around that, I chose to protect finances.  Beloved, when I explained my approach was in full agreement.  As he put it, why complicate things when you don’t have to?  Perhaps he too had concerns about how the future would turn out! 😉

So I will share my heart, my dreams, my fears and my deepest desires, but not my money!