He says he doesn't understand why we need to have 100 pillows on our bed. But, just for the record, there really aren't 100 -- only 10.
I know because I counted them.
I also know this because I often find them flying at me while I'm trying to crawl into bed at night. Seriously. The guy will lie in wait until I'm finally ready to turn in...
Then that's when the pillows come soaring through the air.
It's like one of those games at the fair. I dodge the blitz the best I can, but the fact is he's got a pretty good arm. An awfully good arm, actually.
And no matter what the day has been like, I can't seem to help myself and I'll start shrieking. Our kids say they can hear me from across the house. That they can always tell when there's a party going on. And that they'll forever have memories of mama laughing while everyone else is heading for bed.
I've tried to convince them to feel sorry for me and imagine what it's like to be dodging pillows while you're desperately searching for those cozy covers at the end of a long, hard day. But they inevitably take his side and find it all rather amusing too.
But you – you feel sorry for me don't you?
Good! Because now I'll tell you some of the ways I get my revenge. I'll crawl in next to him and put my icy little feet up against his warm back (hah!). Or the next morning I'll sneak in while he's taking a hot shower and suddenly turn the water to cold (how did he know it was me??). Or drop down a Screaming Monkey from the balcony when he's reading in his favorite armchair. Oh yes, I have my ways.
So what does all this have to do with marriage?
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]