This weekend was a full one for myself and Mr. J2.
On Friday night we had our first family sleepover.
I had spent the night in the house before, but only when one of the kids was home. This time, both of them were there.
I think both kids may have teased Mr. J2 a little about it but it went off without a hitch.
And if they heard the noise coming from their father’s room at 11 pm and again at 8 am… Ahem.
What can I say? We can’t keep our hands off each other.
And to be honest? That’s not a bad thing. It means that Dad is happy.
Mr. J2 and I also saw a lot of each other this past week. I was there for dinner three nights out of five.
The interesting thing was that when I wasn’t there on Thursday night, Mr. J2 told me that as he was preparing dinner, The Daughter asked where I was.
Which again: that’s not a bad thing.(At least in my books.)
So on Friday night (before the bedroom started shaking) everyone was doing their own thing. The Boy was in his room playing his online games, The Daughter was in her room putting together a very intricate Lego design, and Mr. J2 and I went for a walk after dinner, followed by some wine and couch time.
Exactly how I think a typical Friday night will be.
The next day was a family gathering on my side: my niece had her son’s first birthday party at a restaurant, so 19 people gathered to eat Asian food and wish the baby a happy birthday.
Mr. J2 and I sat with my brother and his girlfriend. Then we went to her place for drinks following the party.
After a few glasses of wine – and perhaps another one at home – the night turned into a typical Saturday night for us.
Wine was consumed.
Clothing came off.
And the clothes weren’t the only thing to come off. (Once again I lost track of how many orgasms I had.)
Am I bragging? Maybe just a little. #sorrynotsorry
On Sunday, we had more downtime and a visit with more extended family. We changed some tires on my car (okay, I watched it get done), some beer was consumed, some car talk happened.
After a quick stop at my place to pick up more supplies, we headed back to Mr. J2’s house so he could lie down and rest.
On the drive there, we chatted about my ex-brother in law, whom we had spent the morning with. (Technically he is my ex-sister in law’s brother, but I’ve known him for so long (38 years) it’s easier to just refer to him as my brother-in-law.) We were talking about things and I casually mentioned that he was my In Case of Emergency contact on my phone.
Then, Mr. J2 said “well when I was at the hospital earlier this month, I put you down as my Emergency Contact.”
If I hadn’t been driving at the time, I would have given him a hug and a kiss, because that?
Brought me to tears. I was driving and had to keep it on the down-low, but still.
I’m his Emergency Contact.
And it warms me to the bottom of my heart to know that I was the first person he thought of when filling out the form.
So tonight, I will change my phone contacts to list him as MY emergency contact.
Because even though there’s no one else I’d rather have fill that role, it’s one more step in our relationship. One more connection we have to each other.
One more way of saying that he is mine – and I’m his.