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<< complements to the chef >> My husband was on a roll this week. After the air conditioner on Monday, and the corner shelves in the kitchen and bathroom on Tuesday, my husband came home with regular shelves for the bedroom to be used above the changing table, Wednesday evening. Everything looks fantastic and has given me well needed space to put things. Since my husband would not accept the blow job I offered him Tuesday night, I cooked him a feast yesterday afternoon and called him at work to tell him I'd invited a group of his friends over to help us eat it. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was pretty pleased by my gesture and a little surprised. I made fresh sweet corn, green salad (this is a greek salad made with romaine lettuce, fresh dill, lemon juice, olive oil and scallions), stuffed peppers (stuffed with rice, sauteed mushrooms, onions, garlic, crushed tomatoes and parsley), an eggplant and zucchini stew ( made with crushed tomatoes, garlic, peppers, onions, parsley and olive oil), and rice and beans (I got the recipe off the back of the goya beans I bought). Everything was a hit and we had a fantastic evening. I could see that my husband was so proud that his Irish American wife pulled of some of his favorite Greek dishes and that his friends cleaned their plates (complements to the chef). Afterwards hubby and his friends went outside to smoke cigars and drink a Grey Goose and Sprite cocktail (yuk), and me and Helen, girlfriend to one of my hubby's friends Nick, stayed inside and did some online shopping. After everyone left my husband was horny as hell and reached over to kiss me just as I'd settled into my pillow. I hadn't expected this. As we began to have sex the baby woke up. I figured my husband would just roll over and go to sleep but he waited for me to put our son back to sleep so that we could pick up where we left off. It's at moments like that, that I find myself wishing we had a two bedroom apartment. I really think that babies can sense things like that. He was sleeping so soundly one minute and the next minute, the very minute daddy slipped inside mommy, baby became alert and fussy. What is THAT? That said, my husband and I both agree that we actually really enjoy sharing a bedroom with our son who wakes us up at six o'clock every morning by pushing himself up on all fours and peeking up over the crib to check on us. Then if we so much as pretend to be asleep he begins to cry until we can't take it anymore. Minutes later the three of us are snuggled up in the bed, which regardless of how much my husband and I really wish we'd gotten more sleep is exactly where we want to be. Nothing better than a morning snuggle. Just the three of us. I've been working on my vision board (book) whenever I have a spare moment. It's so much fun. I feel like a kid again. I can't remember the last time I made a collage. Also started my gratitude journal this week and this has been fantastic. I can see how it can influence your outlook. So much better to focus on the positive in life don't you think? I was beginning to sound pathetic and broken and defeated. You would too if you were always focusing on the things you weren't happy with in your relationship. Of course this week my husband gave me so many things to be happy and grateful for so it made it easy. I'm sure it will be a hell of a lot more challenging if another argument ensues. I am being positive when I say that I b elieve we are going through a wonderful growing process together and that things are only going to get better. Happy 4th of July. I didn't do anything special today....I take that back, I can't think of anything more special than spending the day with my son. My husband is helping a very good friend of ours remodel his kitchen. This guy is going to be our son's godfather so it's the least he could do. I will cook another feast one night soon and have him over for dinner. His wife is in Greece for the summer - a family matter needed to be attended to over there. It must be so hard for him to be separated from her like that. My husband and I have only spent three evenings apart since we were married three years ago. One was the result of a bad argument (My husband walked off the subway train one night when we were arguing and left me alone. Instead of going home to him, I stayed the night at my girlfriends house ). The other two evenings were because after my son was born the hospital could not accomodate my husband so he had to go home in the evenings. We were both so exhausted anyway, so it really didn't make a difference one way or other. I believe getting sleep ruled out over everything except of course for my newborn son. I just read a birth story that was both poignant and hilarious at the same time by one of my new acquaintances, DUNN RIGHT. She's very funny and a great writer. You really must check her out.
DunnRight - 2008-07-05 05:45:22 |
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