Dan was out of town last week on a family vacation to Door Couty, Wisconsin that sadly, I had to miss due to being out on medical leave for the entire month of June. Because I was so sad that I missed the trip, and because I have trouble sleeping when I'm home all alone, I decided to break the cardinal rule of the Marsh household: No cats allowed in bed.
Even though Dan truly loves our cats, and often falls asleep on the couch with one (or both) of them snuggled up with him, he has a real issue with them sleeping in our bed. I've learned to live with it; marriage is all about compromise, right? Dan doesn't travel without me much, but when he does, I've been known to open up the bed to Henry & Jack.
The really funny thing is that I'm certain Dan knows that the cats join me in bed whenever he's gone. I'm always extra-careful to wash all of the linens before he returns, but I get the sense that he sees right through me. He's never said anything, probably because he knows I can't lie to him, and he truly doesn't want to know.
The moral of the story is that I'll keep up the charade as long as I can, all the while appreciating the quiet understanding between a husband who loves his clean & orderly bedroom, and a wife who just loves to snuggle up with her kitties. As I've told him many times: Hey, I was sleeping with them long before I was sleeping with you... HA!
