Whining before Bedtime.

so, i'm sick. again. this is the third time i've had the cold this year and it's getting old. not being able to breathe is not simply not acceptable. having dance every day.... kinda need to be able to breathe ya know? and the whole sore throat crap... yeah, just really not my thing. i had a game tonight and luckily it wasn't too bad or i probably would have cried. we had a little fun on the sidelines which made the time pass. i knew that i couldn't take my medicine before the game because it would knock me out, so the whole game i was thinking about my medicine. weird, i know. when i came home i went straight for it... not only is the damn bottle child proof, but adult proof too! just my luck!... it took probably ten minutes and two people to finally open it.

anywho. let's get to why i really wanted to write tonight.
i really just want my sweet boy back home. it's been seven months and although he's doing so great and i'm not bad either... i'd just like him to be home while i'm sick. now if you really know me i'm not the nicest person when i'm sick. actually i hate when people try to be with me when i'm sick. it's almost ridiculous really. but other than my mom he is the only one i'll let by my side. i think it's because he figured out early in our relationship how not so nice, and not so fun i can be when i'm sick. he doesn't care if he'll get sick. (which really bothers me when people are like "ehh i don't want to be around you because i don't want to be sick", and i know that no one wants to be sick, let's be real i wouldn't... but don't offer to come see me and then change your mind) he still comes - it's really not even a question. he lays by me and doesn't talk. what a perfect man right? if i move to get up, he'll get what i need and leave me to rest! and maybe, just maybe, i'll let him play with my hair or rub my feet. (yeah, he loves my feet and rubs them when asked)

so tonight, just for now, i wish he could be here... to not say anything and lay next to me. to get me water and gold fish and play with my hair. to make me feel better.

goodnight, 

 from the whining college girl sick in bed

who wants her mom and missionary.

XOXO