Oh, man, I am exhausted. I partied hard last night… as it should be. Saturday night is the night to be alive and what a time I had.
And it was an all male night, too. My better looking other was busy doing her thing so I decided to treat myself to a night of somewhat endless fun with the guys. And what fun it was.
Wow, it’s only 10am and I need at LEAST two more hours sleep before I can even think of getting out of bed and enjoying some breakfast…. And I would have no problem sinking back to sleep if only she would stop making so much noise. What’s she doing in the kitchen anyway, baking? Can’t she just tip toe or NOT move plates around.
Uuhh, and I am so dehydrated… ok, I’m going to make a trip to the washroom and then ask her to cease and desist.
“Hey, um, any chance you can not do that now?”
“Good morning. Um, I’m making my dish for brunch.”
“With your parents?”
“At what time?”
“11:30… are you going to shower?”
You have GOT to be kidding. I was just out partying late and now she expects me to have brunch? With her family?
I completely forgot.
Well, I have little choice: there’s no way I can go in this condition. I am completely wiped out and will not be a good conversationalist.
Besides, I’m really not the biggest fan of being around her parents. They mean well but they don’t really care about what’s happening in my life. What do I need to be there for anyway?
Oh, I can already hear her answer:
‘Because it’s important to me.’
Important. How important can brunch be? I know if she had to cancel on me I would be totally fine. I enjoy spending time with my parents because they’re mine. She’d be under no obligation to be there if she was exhausted. Besides, I would want her to rest. I would want her to know that her recovery was more important than her pretending to enjoy herself. Because heaven knows I’ll be pretending to enjoy myself. I just want to curl up back in bed and shut the world off.
*Huff* oh, I know what I’m in for: complete and utter disappointment. And we’ll have to have a talk and she’ll feel-
-ok, ok, I’ll feel guilty AND lousy for not keeping my word and then try to make it up to her somehow. No, it’s my bed and I have to lie in it… oh, that was a torturesome non-pun.
Fine I’ll go get showered but there’s no way I’m going to be Mr. Chatty-chat- wow, okay, I’m totally getting wound up in my own frustration. That’s really common when I’m tired.
I have to focus – First thing’s first: what is my motivation for going to the brunch?
Oh, I really don’t have the energy for this, I wish she would just-
-NO, that’s not going to help anyone. My motivation is to make her happy. Oh yeah, real noble and stuff but you can’t make anyone happy. And it’s not enough to get me to move, so try again.
This is one of those “compromise” times, isn’t it? People say that all the time “relationships are ALL about compromise”. So now it’s my turn to do that. But I have to say, I hate that idea. Compromising feels like giving up something I want for something she wants. It’s too submissive and way too negative. I need some proactive motivation to get me going.
When I have something planned for us, it’s because I want her to be a part of my life, more so that she already is. And it’s important to me that I feel she wants to be a part of my life. This is her wanting me to be a part of her life. And I want to be a part of her life, more so than I am now.
I want to go to brunch because of what it represents: Us. Our commitment to one another. Yeah, that beats compromise any day. I prefer making an active choice about what I want than following a passive unromantic rule. And I’ve been tired before, it doesn’t mean I can’t nap later on.
“Is it alright if I shower after I kiss you good morning?”
“Of course. I was kind of worried that you were going to cancel on me… you were home late last night.”
“So did I. You’re wonderful.”