A Little Epiphany - (and a newbie delurking)

[Dia]

So, were were supposed to watch Labyrinth last night, right? Well, H made supper while I took a shower - I was overly fragrant from cleaning all day. Once clean, I put on a flirty little black skirt and a pink eyelet top.

While we were eating, a hummingbird was going nutso chirping outside. H looked over at me and deadpanned, "He must have seen your teddy." I laughed!

Diana Krall was crooning, I was singing along doing my torch-song rendition of 'Besa Me Mucho' at him from across the LR. He was bemused.

Around 7, kidlet said he wanted to watch a movie and H brought up Labyrinth. Kidlet didn't want to watch it; he wanted to watch a Laurel and Hardy dvd. H turned it over to me - what did Mama want to watch. Well, I wanted Labyrinth and kidlet had been watching Laurel and Hardy all day, so I suggested that kidlet pick a third choice. Kidlet said no movie at all then.

Ever the peacemaker, I suggested that kidlet could watch what he wanted now, and H and I could watch Labyrinth after bedtime. H said no, he only had one movie in him so (I thought) it had to be now. I was disappointed but put my PMA face on.

Turns out what H meant was that he DID want to watch Labyrinth, and after bedtime (meaning alone with me), he just wanted to be free to work on his projects in the meantime. Once we got that figured out (woo hoo!), I entertained kidlet until bedtime and H went to his computer.

In the meantime, a client had emailed H upset about something or other that wasn't working right on a website H had made for him. H was supremely frustrated and scowled heartily as I walked in to let him know it was almost bedtime.

H finally did bedtime with kidlet, but then told me he had to finish fixing the problem for the client before we could watch the movie. I handled it lightly, "Oh, sure. I'll be here when you're ready."

He was back within 15 - 20 mins and he wanted to vent about the client. I listened. I did not try to fix his mood. I validated. "Wow, that *does* sound frustrating." Nod, wave, listen some more. "I can see why you feel that way. I'd be upset, too." He put the movie in and thanked me for being so understanding.

Then we sat down on opposite corners of the couch. A few scenes in, I adjusted posture to put my feet up on the arm of the couch, letting the flirty little skirt slip dangerously high on my thighs. He immediately stretched a leg out alongside me, touching me along the length of my side. (Hmmmm!) So I draped an arm over his leg. We stayed that way for nearly half an hour. The elbow I was leaning on was killing me, so I groped around for a pillow, intending to rest my head on his thigh. But just as I started, he paused the movie to go get a snack. Damn!!

2nd installment to come. (Gotta get kidlet to school)