Cold Feet

It has been a loooooong week, (I'm adding extra o's to emphasize that fact).

If you read my last post you will know that on Sunday the flu hit our house via Sienna, and yes, it got to Trav and I too. On Monday, Travis and I slept on the couch all day. If you are wondering what the kids did...join the club. (Reason #112 we are parents of the year.) My mom did come to rescue Ad's while the rest of us napped, and brought us some fluids-but this is all I remember. It's blurry.

Tuesday Trav and I felt better, there was much less sleeping, though not much less laying around. This flu kicked out butts. Not too mention that Sienna is waking up sick every night, usually minutes after we fall asleep. SIDETRACK: Does anyone know why she would seem fine during the day, but throw up nightly? Should I be worried? I am. But this post isn't really about that. Forgive my tangent.

Okay, now that you understand how very,very,very, tired we are, I'm going to tell you the secret to Trav and I's successful marriage. Admit it, you've been wondering.

I have cold feet. Quite literally.

During the day I am always out and about, and am usually wearing ballet flats, sockless. But after we put the kids to bed, and curl up on the couch (me with a book or the lap top, Trav with his 2nd love, ESPN), my feet are ice cold.

And at this time of night, Trav lays down to relax, and for some odd reason taking his socks off helps him relax.

So he takes them off, and puts them on my feet. And I get all toasty and warm, and then we are both happy.

The reason I am telling you this, yes, there is a reason, though it's taking ages for me to get there, is that last nights socks were holey. I'm not talking your baby toe coming through, I'm talking falling apart holey.

I put them on, and teased him for a second, and then didn't think a thing about it. Then I crawled into bed hours later. Travis was sound asleep, and my feet were still cold due to those holes. And I got the giggles. Seriously, I was laughing my butt off.

I must be tired. And Trav must be tired too, because the man didn't even budge. And I fell asleep smiling, I'm sure, for the first time in a few days.

And now I realize that the reason he was wearing those "socks" is because he has no laundry. And my smile is disappearing. Cause the laundry is my job. Boo.

Is our Sock Trading T.M.I.?

I stole this pic from the web, his were much, much worse!