I've been really tired lately. Like, can't sign my name correctly on checks. Will fall over if the slightest breeze kicks up. Completely unable to prepare meals. Misplacing the short people.
The Mister has noticed. And that guy is concerned. In fact, as I was coming down the stairs today, he met me at the bottom landing and wrapped his arms around me.
Big. Comfy. Hug.
And just as I was dozing off, he whispered in my ear, Are you okay?
Just tired? he asked lovingly.
Yeah. Exhausted. On a cellular level. Seriously, even my mitrochondria are tired.
He kissed me softly, and said, Maybe you should let me screw you royal so you sleep real good.