husbandsick

My hubby was gone this weekend on a bachelor party cruise. I refrained from blogging because I knew it would come off as whiny and pathetic. Now he's home, I'm happy, and I can talk about the tragedy that is "us" being apart. We don't do well apart. I missed him the second he left the car at the airport. Seriously, my eyes welled up with tears. Luckily I had the dog to give me comfort (he came to the airport with us - it's a family affair).

The hubby called on Saturday to tell me he missed me so incredibly much (how good is he??). I, of course, probably missed him more but didn't want to say it because I would have burst into tears and I was with Redhead Jen (embarrassing!). Instead all I could blurt out was "I have so much to tell you" to which he asked "anything important?" And I had to admit "um, no!" Of course not, do I ever have anything important to say? Yes. But no. One of my favorite parts of my day is rattling off (in an overly dramatic manner) each and every mundane detail of my day to my sweet husband. Him being gone, physically, and also unreachable by phone was ruining my mojo. I need the hubby!

I slept horribly each and every night he was gone. It could be a coincidence. Nah! He came home on Sunday. I slept amazingly well. 

I'm back to being such a happy little wife!

** Note: there is no picture for this post because I had some artistic differences with my hubby. Please see next post.