Wrong side of the Bed

Do you ever just have one of those days when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Lord, knows I do. We all have days of fatigue and despair. Today was my bad day! The dog kept barking at 3 am to go out. Then the first batch of school alarms sound  in my ear. Then at 6 am the last alarm goes off. I had only been asleep maybe a whole 4 minutes. By the time all the knocking and banging stops and  I get my last  morning kiss goodbye, it's like a shot in the eyeball. (with my bad breathe and all). I felt like I had been ran over with a bus , and the bus was still parked on top of me.

  Good bye, see ya later, Don't let the door hit ya in the behind, kinda morning. Leave me A L O N E! That's what I was thinking...
    Then I got back in bed.... I could still smell the lingering hint of my husband's cologne. I could still feel the warmth of his body that he had left behind. Wait a minute! I am alone. I want that 5 second kiss back. I want that embrace back. I take back what I thought..
 As I slip farther down under the sheets I think about all the wonderful memories we have made in that bed over the last 18 years. How we made 3 babies there. I smile to myself ... roll over ...and get out on his side of the bed. Time to take that dog out again!