On Saturday I planned on going to bed early because I was tired and had to get up early for work the next day. When I told you I was going to bed, you asked me to stay up with you so we could snuggle on the couch together while we watched a show on the computer. That didn’t sound like fun to me, but I did it anyway because I love you. While my intentions were good, I fell asleep not five minutes into the show.
On Monday, I wanted to play a game like Monopoly with you, but modified so that there were actual prizes for the winner. When I asked you if you were interested in doing this, you said that it sounded like fun, but that you were too tired for a long game. So instead, I listed six prizes on a sheet of paper and numbered them from one to six:
- I’ll do whatever chore you want.
- Dark chocolate bar from Trader Joe’s
- Snuggle time on the couch
- I’ll watch the TV show of your choice with you.
Then, I had you roll a die, with the stipulation that you would win the prize associated with whatever number you rolled. (If you rolled a six, you would’ve been able to choose any prize from one to five.)
You rolled a three. You asked me if you could have the massage instead, but I refused (per the rules of the game). You were fine with that. I bought you your chocolate on Tuesday:
Directly after the game, though, you turned on the show of your choice and started snuggling me on the couch. I asked you why you were claiming prizes from the game that you weren’t entitled to and you said something to the effect that your current actions had nothing to do with the game.
I slaved away on a special project for work until 1:30 last night, then crawled into bed. For my act of love, I was going to snuggle you (and by “snuggle,” I mean “snuggle”), but the baby was in our bed. When that happens, the baby has to sleep between us so she doesn’t fall off, which eliminates the possibility of snuggling. You said that we could snuggle with our feet instead. So, we did.