A. was just putting me to bed.
Except after he had tucked me in, I realized I hadn't taken any Melatonin. As I got up to get a new Melatonin bottle in the hallway cupboard (I finished the last bottle yesterday), I found the new bottle of NyQuil and box of Sudafed I got for A. in my last drugstore.com order. Since I knew he needed them, I pointed them out and handed them to him before throwing away the wrapper around the lid to my Melatonin bottle along with some bits of trash on the table by my bed. While walking back into the bedroom, I noticed A. had left his beer on the other bed table. So I took it out to him in the living room.
"You could have asked me to come get it," A. said after thanking me.
I shrugged and made my way back to the bedroom. Except I noticed A. following close behind.
"Making sure I get to bed this time?" I joked.
"Yes, actually." A. stated.
"Oh." With a sheepish bite of my lower lip upon suddenly feeling like a five-year-old.
After taking the Melatonin, I grinned mischievously as I slipped under the covers. Again.
"Okay, I'm really in bed."
A. bent down and kissed me good night. Again.
"You need some serious discipline," he said, shaking his head before closing my bedroom door.
Except spanking has been unavailable as a method of serious discipline for almost two weeks now because of some serious sciatica that started in my left leg but has now settled so badly in my right leg I can barely walk -- another reason I shouldn't have been wandering about. It seems like it's a tad bit better today, so hopefully by the end of the week A. will be able to fulfill my apparent need for serious discipline.
D'oh! I just remembered: I forgot to take my probiotic before bed. Wonder what A. will do if I get up to take it?