The Chief is asleep. The dogs are asleep.  Cats and lizards, too.  If an ounce of sense were left within my brain, I would be joining them all.  The truth is, I want to play and talk and interact with my spousal support unit and he just wants to hold me in his arms and sleep.

Yuck.

I am not much of a cuddler.  The myth was started by my mother who said I didn't like to be held as a baby, would push her away.  I'm sure it wasn't anything personal.  Merely a developmental stage where Baby wants to explore then return.  Only Mama took it the wrong way. Supposedly I was nine months old when this started.  Having commenced to ambulate at ten months-there's photographic proof with date documentation- I can see where it was entirely possible to have been pushing off to go to the wonders of the floor at nine months of age.

At the end of a day, when I have touched a number of people, in soothing or invigorating ways, I want to be touched.  By my husband.  But not just to cuddle.  I want to have fun, joke, cavort.  I'm excited to see him.  He sees me, he feels soothed.  All he need do is put his arms around me and he's off to dream land in a matter of moments while I lay in our bed, stewing.

I tried to coax him to talk about how he likes to be touched tonight.  After protestations that he couldn't think of anything, I asked him what he'd like me to do.

"I'd like you to lie quietly."

I rolled onto my back.  Looking at the ceiling I furrowed my brows in concentration.  Very softly, I started talking:

"Dick Cheney's policies make me hot.  I'm voting for Bush.  I'm a Republican.  My mother is the sanest person on earth.  My brother-in-law is sober as a church mouse......."

"What are you doing?"  The Chief inquired.

"Lying quietly."

"That's not what I meant." 

He then tried to think of ways to rephrase to attain the desired behavior and within five minutes he was asleep.

So here I am, blogging and removing spyware at the same time.  I'm contemplating sleeping in here with the dog, but that would create a tempest in a tea pot.

Blessings Abound