I showered today which was a bonus.  But when I got home again (which means I made it out), he was watching March of the Penguins.  So it wasn’t the best day.  Baby chicks were dying.  "I’m going to bed now," I said scurrying away with Linus to the bedroom to watch Something’s Gotta Give… again. 

At least we’re lucky enough to have two televisions.  Life will be bliss when we have two bathrooms.  Separate bedrooms, however, I don’t think will ever be okay.  I know couples who do it, the whole separate bedroom rig.  Okay, I don’t know know couples, but I know people whose parents are happily married, but who sleep separately.  A MID, in fact.  His parents had different rooms, "because he worked late hours, and she was a light sleeper."  Snoring.  Likes to sleep with the television on.  I don’t care how important my sleep ever becomes; I cannot imagine ever being okay with my significant other sleeping in a significantly seperate but equal bedroom (or bed). 

But a dressing room will do nicely.  I could stand for that.  I hate when he comes into the bedroom when I’m getting dressed.  HATE, like I hate tuna fish or treadmills or April 15.  I become my mother, ducking into the closet screaming, "stop staring!  Go away."  He just stands there staring anyway, ignoring my demands. 
"God, you’re beautiful!"
"Stop looking," I scream as a wiggle to cover myself with corners of clothing.  "OUT!!!"  No one wants her man to see her mid-hoist in the hoisting of the control-top pantyhose.  No one.  "OUT!!!" 
Then, to top it off, I try to change the subject through the bedroom door, once he’s thrown out.  "So tell me about your day, honey."
"Well, you know Stephanie, you should really go back to the gym!  It had been forever, and I kept putting it off, but it felt so good…"
"I’m sorry," I say ducking my head back out into the living room.  "If you’d like to remain alive, you’ll never begin any statement to me ever with ‘you should really go to the gym,’ okay?"  I was teasing him.  Of course I knew it wasn’t some statement about my body; it’s just his way of expressing what a great day he had, how he got over his ‘back in the saddle again’ hurdle.  I gave him a hard time just the same.  You know, to round things out a bit because that’s what we do.