Two-One-Two

I was musing (notice a theme) the last two nights over things we miss when we’re not “home”, despite the fact that I was HOME.  I went up to my parents’ house for the
weekend as I was going to participate in a group photo shoot on Saturday.  My DH had opted to spend the weekend at home working on his To Do List, so I was on my own.

The first night was spent in bed and COLD!  I missed my “human radiator” heating up the
bed (I also missed the heated blanket).  A fitful night of sleep left me thinking about how much things change as we grow up.  When we’re little we want to crawl into our parents’ bed, we want a partner to sleep with, to talk to as we’re drifting off, and to assure us that the noise we heard is nothing to worry about.  Then, we get a little older and we want NOTHING more to have our OWN bed, let alone our own room.  And then, we hit our older teens and into our 20’s and we’re back to wanting someone in our bed.  Someone to talk to as we drift off to sleep, someone to assure us that the noise we heard is nothing to worry about.

When does this moment of change take place?  What is the event that suddenly turns us from Only-Sleep-Single-Sallies to Double-Time-Donnas?  Why does this switch occur?  Is it because we only want the comfort of having someone else there?  Is it that we have gotten used to having someone to assure us that the noise we heard isn’t anything to worry about?

I lay there last night, drifting off to sleep, responding to texts from friends, emails, messages on facebook and then sent my last message to my DH to have a good night, and that I missed him and hope that he slept well.  I still missed my “human radiator” (and my heated blanket), but I’m glad that I’ll have him back tonight.  Somehow I think I’ll stick to having someone in bed to assure me that the noises I heard are nothing to worry about.

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Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed. Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life. Storyteller. Office Ninja. Model. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
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