The Fun Factor

Lately, my patience has been lagging or non-existant. It gets worse at certain times of the month (typically about exactly one week before you-know-what). Yesterday was one of those days. By the end of the day, I had had it with everything and just wanted a tiny bit of quiet.

We have been overloaded these past few weeks here in the Pop household. Dr Pop traveled two weeks in a row (both before and after Boy Pop's birthday). My family has been in town constantly. My father was diagnosed with Parkinson's and is now in the process of deciding whether or not to put himself through the hell of a multi-year research study. We decided to move and repurpose about four rooms in our home. Baseball season is upon us.

To top it all off, the deadline to complete a defensive driving course is down to a few days. I have three months to take the course and I naturally wait until the last minute. Typical.

You could say that I bring most of the stress I feel upon myself. You would be right.

Through it all, Dr Pop has been there as my reality check. The one to tell me that yes, I do need that glass of wine. The one to let me know that my mood is showing. He's also been the one to ensure that we have had some of the most memorable and fun times I can remember. From buying the "Circus Celebrity" tickets, so we could all go down on the floor of the circus (a dream I had from childhood), to being able to mark one off my "bucket list" (VIP seats at a live UFC fight), to taking me to my first live comedy show of my life (Daniel Tosh), he has been wonderful to me.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, the days I get to work from home, Dr Pop goes out and buys me a breakfast taco. Isn't that sweet?

I find that lately I haven't been saying the things I really need to say often enough. The things that are deeply embedded in my heart...

I love you, Dr Pop. You are my hero, my protector, and my grounding force. You are my friend and you are the love of my life!*

And not to mention fun, hot, sexy, and sweet!