I get frantic when I am rushed in the morning. I just don’t do well with being pushed for time or when demands are placed on me before 8:00 am. In fact, I don’t even want to speak to anyone ore mornings. I want my time and space to get ready for my day, ready for my battle with gnarly traffic and bitchy co-workers.
And you, amazingly enough, get this.
You don’t get annoyed by my snooze-button habit or my plea for “five more minutes” over and over. I get out of bed and stretch, slowly allowing whatever popping and cracking to occur without apology. And, even though most mornings I wake up in your bed I am nude, you don’t push morning sex…even though you usually have a raging dyke hard-on. I get to shower, apply, brush, dress, and grunt in peace while moving at a pace. And then, as I am heading out the door you hand me my mug of tea and a breakfast type food (with extra paper towels) with my kiss goodbye.
I don’t have to battle you for the bathroom or play hip hockey for the toaster. And for that, I am grateful for you. Underneath my moans and groans and pouts, you should know I appreciate all you do for me before sunrise.