Every morning, The Fiance and I have “cuddle time.” It comes just before I leave for work while The Fiance is still asleep in bed. It’s my favorite time of day. I climb back in bed and we cuddle and talk and get to spend a few minutes together.
He hates it. It’s not that he hates cuddling, it’s more that he hates the fact that I’m waking him up and having a full conversation with him while he’s still partially asleep and I expect him to remember the things I said. Things like “do the dishes, switch the laundry, run the vacuum.” Most of them he doesn’t remember (either willfully or otherwise).
Regardless, I enjoy those few minutes we get to be together because there aren’t that many of those moments in the day, thanks to his shitty work schedule.
Yesterday morning, when I went in for cuddle time, I was greeted by a “brrwhhhaaaaaaaaaaargh.”
So I said, “Scoot over so we can cuddle.” And in response I got “mmmrwwaghgh.”
To which I replied, “I didn’t make your lunch today, so you’ll have to make your own, okay?”
And I got back, “Wawoohrgh.”
Needless to say, I think that The Fiance really might be part wookiee.