Nothing really to report on the train ride yesterday. In fact, I only took the train home from work. In the morning, I had the pleasure of riding shotgun as the Mrs drove me to work. It was a fun ride as usual, because the two of us are silly and crack little jokes on each other.
She laughs at how I snore when I sleep. Which is why I always “encourage” her to go to sleep first. Hey, if you don’t want to listen to the symphony of nostril noises try drifting off to sleep before me…just a suggestion.
What do I pick at her about? Well….uhhhh. You know….stuff. Hey, my wife is perfect. She has no flaws (as I peek over my shoulders…left then right). Did I say it right honey? I did? Great.
Anywho…yesterday’s trip reminded me of the first time she and I rode together.
The soothing music keeps me comforted as I roll over to catch a few more Z’s. Tucked away in the fetal position, wrapped in the covers. Just like a newborn babe being cradled by his mom.
Yup, the best position to be in when you are deep in sleep. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ bout. I’m more than sure that you’ve been there a time or 3 yourself. You probably find yourself that way every Monday morning just like me.
“Uuugh….5 more minutes Ma.” I remember muttering that every time Re Re would whisper my name in the wee hours of the morning. “Just 5 more minutes, and I promise I’ll get up.” That’s how I felt this morning when I heard the music whispering in my ear just like Ma used to do so many years ago.
There it is again. What seems like hours have passed, and there is that soothing sound keeping me in such a comforting state of being. It’s a state that can only be described as the most peaceful place to be while in a slumber.
For a third time, I hear the music playing. This time, it seems to be louder than before. Although loud, it’s still a comforting sound. With this sound comes a subtle rock. It’s a motion that causes my slumber of solace to be interrupted.
What could it have been? Oh, of course…it’s the lovely lady laying next to me. That music I heard was her phone’s alarm going off after being snoozed about a hundred times. Wait, why is she still here?
…the night before…
Me: Bri, what time are you getting up in the morning?
Bri: It will be early. I’ve got to get an early start on a project in the morning. So, you can leave my car parked behind your truck.
Me: Cool. Ok, so I can sleep a little later, and then drive to the train station.
I knew I should’ve switched the cars last night. Now, Ima be late or I have to fight that nasty Monday morning traffic with Big-Baby. Lose-lose situation any way you look at it.
A minute later any anguish, animosity, or anger I had inside melted away when she peeked around the corner.
Bri: Sorry Boo. I know you wanted to ride the train this morning.
Me: (I smile and shake my head) No worries sweets. Tell you what. You can take me to work. That way we can ride in the carpool lane and enjoy each other’s company for a few minutes as we take the freeway. Then you can get breakfast, on me of course, and you may even make it to work a few minutes early.
I guess having the Mrs oversleep a little isn’t a bad thing at all. It means more quality time for us both.
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