We may not have had a marriage ceremony, but living together has sure made us start acting like a married couple. Last night, my first night actually moved in, we went to bed at 9:00 pm. We we're both knackered as Gareth says and fell right asleep the minute we hit the bed. We had spent all day yesterday bringing my stuff over and unpacking. Of course this had led us to try and incorporate my stuff with his stuff. This is not as easy as one might think. The bedroom, clothing part is done. That was the easy part. But the other rooms are now a complete mess.
We're redoing the kitchen and dining area. Gareth has spent the last two days painting while I've taken everything out of the kitchen and started organizing the cupboards and washing every utensil, glass, cooking pan, and dish. Now that we're living together, we plan on eating more meals at home together. So we decided to make this our first project since we'll be spending a lot of time here in the next year.
I had plans to make cookies today, have a nice meal tonight and then spend a romantic evening loving on my man. Instead, he paints and I clean and organize. Here it is almost 2 am and I just finished unpacking the last of my stuff. Its scattered all over the living room. My back and knee hurts and I'm about to fall asleep at this keyboard. I'm sitting against the wall in the living room, my laptop on my thighs next to the ice pack on my knee. The only light in the room is that soft glow of the Christmas tree lights. Gareth is wrapping up painting and is complaining of a stiff back and neck. It's looking like his back is the only stiff think going to be happening in this house tonight.
Gareth just turned the light out in the kitchen and stepped into the living room. He took his shirt off and and is wiping himself off with a wet cloth. He looks so hot and sexy right now! I love just looking at him. Which is a good thing because I'm too tired to do much more. Mmm, he just grabbed a pillow and a blanket and laid down beside me. He has his arm draped around my legs and when I told him I would be just a minute more online , he told me not to rush then he whispered I love you. While I was going to stay and post a couple more things I think I'll sign off and lay down next to him and steal some of that blanket. He may be sweaty, dirty, and smell like paint and there won't be hot passionate sex tonight, but this is my man! He works hard to make a living and is working hard to give us a nice place to live and he loves me and my cats. There is nothing more I need, except maybe part of that pillow and some of that blanket.