If I weren’t in this relationship, I’d think we were disgusting.
The other night Cowboy turned to me and asked me if I thought we babied each other too much? WTF? Then he gave all these examples and shoot, we do baby each other, a lot. Isn’t that kind of the idea? Take care of one another? I admit there are times where I probably have gone a wee bit overboard.
Example: I pack his lunches. He never asked me to do it, just one morning I did and then the next and the next. Before he went back to work, everyday I asked him what he had for lunch. I like to know he is taken care of. Is that wrong? And he tucks me in at night. Cowboy goes to bed way later than my midnight cut off. When I hit sleep time, he waits for me to climb into bed and tucks me in. Sickening, isn’t it?
If I hear him knock into a wall – oh crap – when he hears me knock into a wall, he always runs over to make sure I’m okay. I know yelp out “ow” no matter what I hit or where. I hit my thigh on my car door yesterday and said, “ow” hoping Cowboy would be right there. No, he was at work. We ask each other all the time if the other is comfortable, too hot or cold? Let me get you a blanket.
I folded socks and put them in neat little rows in his drawer. I cook his favorite foods. I ironed his first day back to work shirt and made sure his outfit was fabulous. He toasts bread for me every morning. He picks up items when I drop them. Last time, I checked my knees still work.
I would hate to be around us. For serious. And then there is the talking.
We talk all the time. We talk when I’m cooking; when we’re eating; watching television; brushing our teeth; before bed; while running; during sex; in the shower and while we’re at work we email constantly. We’re in constant communication with each other. I’m shocked I get a word in with my friends. Have I spoken to you lately? If not, its because I’m chatting away with Cowboy and I do apologize. I’ll admit I was so worried that once he came back things would be at a dull. I was wrong.
Every night he has us doing something. Monday night we went and saw Apaloosa. Oh, we need a time out to discuss. Apaloosa. I love Ed Harris. I love Viggo Mortenson. I have seen the previews at every commercial break. I thought I knew what the movie was about and all that was in it. I knew Jeremy Irons was in it and looking, dare I say, hot? He was! During the film I just couldn’t get Scar’s voice out of my head. What I did not know about Apaloosa was Renee Zellwegger. Her face isn’t in any of the previews or trailers I’ve seen and she is the main plot. If you call it a plot. Take this warning: I fell asleep midway in the film. Go see and we can discuss because I just didn’t get Renee at all in this role. Or her relationship with Ed Harris.
Back to Cowboy and I’s sickening relationship…we do stuff every night. Last night was ‘Lady in the Water Night’ – we got into a big discussion about M. Night films (I wont even attempt to spell his last name, you know who I’m talking about) and turns out Cowboy has never seen Lady. I know a lot of people didn’t like it, but it is in my top three of M. Night films. Yes. I’m weird with film. So Cowboy declared we watch it – after the Project Runway finale. And I made his favorite, turkey meatloaf & smashed potatoes. Of course!