Thursday, August 4, 2011

Day 44 I Miss My Hugger

Hug. That little word has such an impact when it’s physically given to another. And I’m not talking about that hug from a person you barely know and they lean towards you to wrap their arms around you and you’re thinking “um... okay, I can return this”, but you know it is completely awkward. I’m talking about the meaningful, smile enhancing, mood lifting, pick me upper. My husband is a hugger. He likes to hug.. a lot. Right now, I’m missing his hugs... Let me explain!
I was an idiot and got sunburned badly on my back yesterday. I know that I was sunbathing, so I shouldn’t be all that surprised, but I thought I was being shaded by a tree quite a bit. I really did, and I have no idea how I was wrong about that. And as I sit here explaining my predicament, my back and bum are screaming to me that I am neither looking good or feeling good at all. I just wanted to get a little bit of a base color so when I go on my beach vacation in a few weeks, I don’t get roasted. I guess I just moved up the cooking time instead, but only on one side. Literally, when my husband saw me yesterday, he asked me “Did you forget to turn over?”  Honestly, I thought I was in the shade and the sun was stronger earlier, but then became over cast. I eventually, stopped even considering the sunbathing and was just enjoying being outside. I didn’t consider turning over at all since I didn’t think I was actually getting any sun. Again... an idiot.

I'd love to lay on my back like this right now... not happening anytime soon. Sigh... 

So I would love a hug. I’m constantly being reminded of my owies and I want to be pampered, and unfortunately I can’t be touched. I can’t even sleep well. I typically sleep on my side, but that hurts, so I’m sleeping on my stomach. That gave me a stiff neck on both sides, so now I’ve got that pain in the neck (hehe) to deal with. I’d love a massage, but I couldn’t possibly risk a rub on the red areas. Ugh...
Just as I was feeling pretty tired, greatly pained, and all around icky, my daughter walks in the room. She begins to tell me about a tv show that made her scared involving people falling into pits (I have no idea what she’s talking about, but she was watching Nick Jr. so... who knows). She was smiling, but then her face just sort of twisted as she expressed that she might have nightmares. Awww... poor girl. 
My husband next to me calls her over. She says “What? You want a hug...” She knew what was coming. I told you he was a hugger. She fell into his arms, fear wiped away and they were both all smiles. So sweet... 
I may not have had full on hugs, but I did get some kisses and of course, I wrapped my arms around my kids before they went to bed. Aarrgh, I WANT A HUG!! Well, I’ll settle for the smiles I saw on my husband and daughter tonight instead. That’ll get me through...

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