it's my world and all you people are just livin in it

I might be 30, own my home, work in a high profile industry, manage a house and a family.

But my husband tucks me into bed every night.

Confession #5
While I am getting ready for bed he straightens the sheets, removes all the crummies and specs of poky things that always find their way into the bed, and fluffs my our pillows. (I just realized I'm sounding like a spoiled brat)

Then I fling myself into bed
sometimes a dramatic gone-with-the-wind-flop
sometimes a bouncy hop
sometimes a half asleep shuffle
sometimes I carefully insert myself next to a sleeping cat or two

He pulls the sheet up to my chin and throws my blanket it the air, cracking it like a whip as it slowly floats back down and to lay perfectly on my arms.

If I am feeling silly I will request a "Mummy"
and he tucks in the sheet all around me till I can't move and I am wrapped up tight
I can't help but giggle the whole time, when do you get to have this much fun?

Maybe it is immature and it is probably asking too much of poor Dp who can't possible want to de-crummy the bed all the time.

I hope I always stay silly, and confident in my likes/dislikes, and proud to say I'm 50 and still think the Muppet Movie is hysterical, 60 and I still play Frankenstein with my gummy bears, 80 and love to swing.

I hope David tucks me in every night and I can say at the age of 90 "Can you mummy me?"