Bathroom

 i forgot what it is like to get up and go to work when there is a man sleeping in my bed.

I also forgot how hard it is for me to get out of that bed and get my butt moving.

I could wake up like that every day and be a happy woman.

Having one bathroom though.......that is the kicker.  I'm not used to grabbing my stuff and running out of it  because someone else has nature call.   I'm going to have to move my makeup and hair stuff out of there if this becomes a regular thing.  

Ain't no way i'm going in there after he comes out.  Nope. No thank you.  Thats one thing i DO remember.

What will he do while i'm at work today?  It must be wierd for him to be at my place by himself.  Will he sleep? snoop? draw? Does it matter?  

Yesterday i came home and the door was open.  I mean, wide open.  I know i closed it in the morning because it unlocked and i had to push the button in and make sure it was actually locked before i left for work.  But the door was open.  And it wasn't cold in my apartment, so it couldn't have been for long.

Of course i went through and checked everycorner and hiding place to make sure no one was in there waiting for me to close the door behind me.  Nothing.  Noone, and not a thing disturbed that i could see. 

Strange.

I immediately thought of Bill, who had/has? a key to my place.  He tried to hold it over my head and use it as an excuse to see me after i broke up with him.  I told him to throw it away.  It's not like he couldn't have made a copy if he was going to be a criminal.  I'm not kidding myself that if anyone wanted to break into my place it wouldn't be difficult to do.  It might, however, be the last thing someone does.

The world is a dangerous place.  I'm aware of it.  

Having a big strong man sleep next to me during the week........i'm so out of practice.  Last night i went to bed before he did and was alseep.  I thought i might not, that it would be too different, but it wasn't.  It was nice, and it felt comforting.  I had forgotten about the middle of the night cuddles and touches.  I can get used to that with him.  

This is moving fast and i'm also very aware of that.  We had our first "disagreement" about stupid facebook because i changed my profile picture and he said i don't need to look for attention anymore.  Well DAMN.  That smarted.  But i held my ground in that this is something i've always done and if he doesn't want to be connected to me on FB thats totally fine, but it does mean people don't know i'm with him and he needs to relax with that jealousy business.  I'm on a weight loss journey and i like to show my progress because my friends support me and that matters.  Posting is going to happen.  

I'll keep and eye on that.  He's a MAN man.  My Marine Man.  But controlling me isn't part of the deal.  

His father sent me a puzzle to do that has only 250 pieces so i can finish it.  LOL  I thought that was very thoughtful and kind.  I like this family.  I hope they are as they seem, tight.  

Soon my family will have one more with my grandson coming this summer.  I watch my granddaughter getting so big and i think about the baby arriving.  I'm so grateful for both.  And for my children who survived me raising them.  

Now if i could only get my employment situation back on a comfortable track.  I'm okay with change, but i'm not okay with being treated like a number by the hospital.  My boss says not to worry. How do i do that?