What I don’t like about being married.

So far, what I don’t like about being married:

  • the getting out of bed that inevitably follows waking up

I fall asleep with my head resting on his chest, his steady slow breathing soothes my soul and puts my heart at ease. I wriggle my whole body up next to his so that we’re as close as can be without, well, being one person. He slowly runs his fingertips up and down my spine and everything in me relaxes. I sleep better than ever before, though the whole night we stay close and I maintain enough awareness to always know he’s snuggling with me. Then, at six-oh-four a.m. our alarm clock starts singing jack johnson or some other fantastic favourite, and I situate myself all snuggled up with his arms wrapped around me. I look at him, breathing slowly, and take a deep breath, thinking “this is as good as it gets.” He opens his eyes and smiles wide tightening his arms around me and he gives me a sweet “good morning” kiss. Then..

It’s this moment, right here, that I don’t like about being married….

We both realize that it’s time to get out of bed. We fight it as much as we can by pretending it’s 3am and we still have hours to sleep. Most days we even fall back asleep until the absolute latest moment we can that I can possibly get out of bed and still make it to work at a time that’s close to prompt.

And so, whether when our alarm sounds (which has yet to happen) or minutes or dozens of minutes later,
one or both of us MUST get out of bed.


That is what I don’t like about being married.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s