Dear Craig,
Two weeks down… How many are left? I have to confess I hate helping you put on your Ted Stockings. Damn what a work out. Your sigh of total of relief does nothing for me. But hey, it’s your feet that are getting the breather.
In all the years that we have had our fur babies… (Molson, Smokey and The Bandit), I never once considered that I would lose my side of the bed. You cuddle with the “boys” late into the morning and when the time comes to get into bed at night they assume their positions. I stand at the side of the bed (that was once mine) pleading with them damn animals to please let Mama into bed and they look at me like I am talking whale. This has to change. Afterall Molson has his own bed on the floor beside us and the cats, well they never used to care. What are you doing to them? All your cuddles are turning them into softies and giving them the impression that our Queen size bed was meant for two adults, two (fat) cats and a 90 lb labrador. It wasn’t.
I am glad to see that you are recovering nicely and making huge strides. I mean you have now managed to put some pants on during the day and honey, I can’t tell you how proud that makes me.
I know it is lonely all by yourself during the day. No one to talk to but the four legged boys in the house. I enjoy the welcome that I receive when I come home and I swear that if you had a tail you would give Molson a run for his money. Giving each other pointers, are ya?
The second week was much better than the first and I think I am getting a hang of this. Oh, except for today when I almost pulled the hair out of my head one strand at a time. Make breakfast, do dishes, start the laundry, make the bed, honey can you get me an ice water… and have you seen how messy this damn house is? I know you would help out if you could, you were always so good at that.
I overhear you on the phone, “I just couldn’t imagine doing this when the baby is here.” And I think, hmmm, what exactly would you be doing? You can’t carry a baby in your mouth like you carry a bag of chips. I’m sure you know that.
Well, honey, as I am actually in bed without any animals I had better get comfortable. They may all gang up on me when the lights go out and you certainly won’t be able to come to my rescue. Sleep tight because we do this all over again tomorrow.
Love Nic
p.s. I am not only proud because you put on your pants… I was proud long before that.
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I love your letters to Craig. They are endearing and absolutely hilarious. As you gain a great appreciation for all that able bodied Craig does for you and your wonderful love for each other….I wish you all the luck in the world! I love you guys. Keep gettin better Craig….Nic needs Ya!
Love your attitude & sense of humor..
Hmmm maybe time for a king size bed ??
I second that “king size” suggestion….
Great read! 🙂
Oh yeah, and Happy Half-Way Mark today, too 😉
King size bed or not, animals seem to have an internal radar to seek out the exact center of a bed and plonk themselves down on that spot.
Hope Craig feels better soon!
good work nicole,,jus remember and remind C “paybacks a beach” what happened ?? C was putting on his own socks when he left the hospitol?? u forget how he was reminded to do all this for himself?? tut tut.