Romantic Notions

Before we were married, I had this romantic notion that when Mike and I would go to bed, we would read a book, maybe even discuss it together, and spend some quality time talking about our day, etc. It took me about a month after we were married to reconcile myself to the fact that that simply was not going to happen. I was not going to go to bed at 2:00 in the morning which is when Mike goes to sleep! Mike, on the other hand, stays far away from the type of books I like to read, and had no intention of discussing books or having boring talks at eleven o'clock at night. Relationships are hard enough without having to analyze them at eleven o'clock at night! So I had to toss that romantic notion to the wind. There is, however, a silver lining in every dark cloud. Now I know that the second Mike's head hits the pillow, snoring ensues. And I can't fall asleep to the sound of snoring! I've tried the old "pretend it is the waves of the ocean" idea, but that didn't work for me. (One time I got so mad at him that I kicked him HARD, and then I tried to fudge that it was "an accident"). Anyway, another example of how romance changes just happened the other day. Mike was sick with a cold, and when he went to kiss me goodnight, I offered him my cheek, if you please. No thank you, I don't want a cold myself. In the past I wouldn't have cared a fig if he smacked me on the lips, but the idea of having a cold for a week didn't appeal to me. Is it a sign of impending fuddy-duddy hood? As my other post suggests, I'm already there in the music department. Perhaps my old dutch heritage is kicking in - "No foolish affectionate displays neccessary, huh?" (I am sure to get a protest on this post from "Dutch Flora" - but I did say "OLD dutch heritage")