Bodacious Boomer

If you’ve been with me for a bit, you know we just spent a couple of nights with Betty, my MIL.  I could barely wait to get into my ultra luxurious (twin) bed there at my MIL’s house AKA the sweatatorium. There is also no TV upstairs; or in fact even a good light to read by. It’s kinda like being Amish. Sundown means go to bed at Casa Betty’s- if you’re upstairs that is.

Things had been so crazy and cozy on our New York trip that Doug and I had not had any “quality time”. In fact, because he’d forgotten our anniversary on July 16^th and then with the final preparation for the trip, quality time has been quite scarce of late.

Since Thursday night would be the first time in almost 2 weeks we’d have a room to ourselves I decided to make the most of it, even if the conditions were somewhat less than optimal. Of course saying the conditions in that room were less than optimal would be like saying the Titanic had a small leak.

Doug was still downstairs with his mom when I went upstairs. She and I never really had a lot to talk about anyway, and now, with her physical and mental changes, we had even less. I wasn’t missed.

So I went upstairs and sat on what had to be one of the most uncomfortable beds this tush has ever touched. Please keep in mind too that I always carry a certain amount of natural cushion with me. Thank God I had it with me then! You just never know when you’re going to need it!

Even with my natural cushion the bed was still truly uncomfortable. However, I decided to make the most of it. I waited for Doug. Now usually the hint of slap n tickle gets him going like an Indy car. However, when he entered the room I could tell he was in a real funk. So I decided to de-funk him.

I went to his bed and we maneuvered around to where we could both lay there comfortably. I laid there and he talked and I just listened. After a few minutes I stoked his chest, just his chest. He said “Sorry. My head is just really screwed up.” Never one to back away from a challenge I said “OK” but before I went back to my bed I gave him a quick caress in a more meaningful area, sure that would make his troops come running. ( Get your mind out of the gutter, no one sleeps naked at Casa Betty’s.)

Still nothing. Defeated, I go back to my bed and tried to figure out how much therapy for him was going to be. This was a problem that must be addressed quickly after all. Just when I was about asleep I felt the “hand” come over my side. All women know the hand.

Apparently Doug’s troops had all just been on leave a few minutes earlier.  Well I guess he cancelled their leave. His troops were not only ready; it was like they were on a suicide mission.  He was ready to storm the beach like the Allies on D Day.

Suffice it to say, his mission was success. We didn’t realize til everything was over that the bed wound up actually 4’ from its original position. There was a hardwood floor in the room. Brett knocked on the door and said “What are you guys doing in there- bowling?” Doug had scored a 300. I however, was left with a 7-10 split.

We thought Brett was sleeping on the couch in the den, which was in the back of the house. We were mistaken. Betty had fallen asleep on the couch in the den; which meant Brett was trying to sleep on the living room couch which was directly under our bedroom.

Sadly, we decided to close the lanes for the night without Doug trying to pick up that split. I was bummed; but he was better- at least for a little while.

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