He Loves Me He Loves Me Much

I was watching The History Channel last night and just could not get comfortable as Sydney layed sleeping in between my legs on a pillow and covered with a throw. At a commercial I slid out from under him and went to lay him in his bed. I pulled back his bedding that included a new Superman silk like blanket that I retrieved from Wal-Mart's clearance isle. I thought he may be happy to wake up under his new blanket. I finished watching my program and decided at 2 a.m. that I would retire to my own 400 count sheets with my mink blanket. I have always liked to be surrounded by soft stuff. It just makes me feel good. But nothing is better than my pillows. I at one time had six pillows but am down to 4. I find as I get older that my rotator cuff problems in my shoulder is now in both shoulders and I can better manipulate my pillows if I don't have so many of them around * heavy sigh*. Any stomach sleeper will tell you, "The More Pillows The Better."
I woke sometime in the still dark early morning hours to find an arm in my face as I scrambled out of bed to the 12 foot stagger to the bathroom. I could smell the chili cooking on the stove and went to make a quick stir and then returned to bed.
I woke at 9:30 a.m. to the phone ringing. grrrrrrr pet peeve of mine. I took the dogs outside, tested a pinto bean to make sure it was done ( I used dry beans )and sat down to finish waking up.
I next hear,"Mommy" My signal to go lay down next to the man and give him morning kisses while trying to keep Harley from licking his face off. He is STILL a hair twirler and gets his hands in my own mussed up hair that is all sticking to my head, he twirls his hand to pull a wad around his finger. I kiss a pajama Spiderman shirt under his pits as he giggles. Ugh bad breath he has. I tell him good morning and that Harley loves him too and not to be mean at her for turning him into a salt lick.
He hold me tight and with his stale breath tell me he loves me too.