The Anti-Snuggle Gene

The Anti-Snuggle Gene, or ASG.

I've got it. I'm a carrier. I guess I inherited it from some relative way down the line, but yep, I greatly dislike snuggling.

It's sad, right!?

Let me tell you, before my husband and I even knew where we would be living, we went to Sears and bought a king-sized bed.

It's never been much of an issue, though. I will cuddle with my hubby when we watch a movie (er...twice a year, maybe?), and occasionally when my husband hits the snooze button at four a.m., I will snuggle him for a couple of minutes.

But, I'm afraid I've passed the gene on.

To my son.

Dangit.

I see pictures on Facebook of my friends snuggled up in bed with their toddlers, and I think, 'There is no chance on Earth that little mister would snuggle with me!' If I go to hug him, he will only let me nuzzle him for about .2 seconds. Then it's, Okay, Mom, that's enough.

Hopefully, I will not pass on ASG to my other children! Because now I really, really want to snuggle my 23 pound ball of energy, tantrums, messiness, and joy! :)