Separation Anxiety
In bed, nuzzling my husband, it’s warm, it’s cozy, it’s . . . stinky.
“What smells?” I ask, lifting my head from the pillow.
I sniff my spouse. Minty.
Sniff myself. Powdery.
Sniff the sheets. Planet Earth laundry detergenty.
Maybe . . . I sniff my sleeping bag. Bingo!
Me and my sleeping bag – well, we’re like Linus and his blue blankie: inseparable. We hang together in bed, we snuggle on the couch watching tv, we even mingle when I’m working. Now I have to part with my beloved friend for three days while it’s being laundered in one of those front loading machines at the cleaners down the street. How oh how will I survive?
posted by Jenny at 5:55 PM
5 Comments:
You are a nut!
11:35 PM
AGREED!
8:56 AM
Well you have more and more in common with our family every day! My son, the 21 year old who will be returning from a 2 year church mission in January, took the blanket he was given as a baby gift with him. In the beginning, it was created as a 36x36 baby accessory. With two different styles of blue gingham sewn together in a modest fashion with a little gingham ruffle around all four edges. When he left 2 years ago (at age 19 for both of them) it had evolved into a thread bare, somewhat 36x36 rag. The edged ruffle was then a shredded mass of … well, threads, the middle had suffered minor damage from a fire the time it had fallen from his loft bed on to the floor lamp's bulb (we quickly moved the lamp). So the middle was brown and kind of plastic-like around a six inch hole. While it was washed often since the smell could be unbelievably bad while it was home, I am almost sure it has not been washed in the last 2 years. I received 1 picture while he was gone that was taken after a bike accident where a car hit my poor missionary in his cute dark suit and white shirt and tie. Luckily he wasn't severely injured, but it seems he needed the blanket to make him feel better (I was surprised the blanket made the trip at all!) I ask you however, can a ratty old piece of threads such as this still be called a blanket? I might need to sit in a different row on the plane when we pick him up to return home or find a laundry mat but I won't need a big washer for his!
Carole
11:56 AM
Okay, you need to explain this sleeping bag thing a little further...you bring it to bed with you? Don't you get tangled up in it? How did you break this to hubby when you got married???
2:40 PM
Hang in there through the separation; as one who grew up attached to a ratty green "binkie," I know of what you speak. ;)
3:50 PM
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