Thursday, August 26, 2010
When the cat's away the mice will play
When the cat's away the mice will play.
That´s how I should feel with my husband gone, right? Of course I have the kiddies but a girl can still have G-rated (possibly PG omg) fun with the kids in tow.
So where`s my go get `em attitude? Personally, I think it got on the plane with Daniel this afternoon. I´m honestly choked up about him being gone for, heaven forbid, 9 whole days. My goodness, when did I become such a drama queen. Oh wait, I always have been. Forgot for a minute.
What can I say, I miss his presence. I´m not a clingy wife, quite the contrary. But I miss him sitting on the couch. I miss him filling my sink with dirty dishes. I especially miss him asking if I´m ever going to get off the phone or computer long enough to sit and watch a movie with him, which he would normally being just about now.
It doesn´t help that my first weekend alone with the boys is looming ahead. Weird seeing that I´ve spent a countless number of summer weeks entertaining the two little beautiful spazzes on my own. Why should a weekend bother me?
I´ve figured out the real problem. I just adore the man and enjoy his company, even if the definition of that company is solely sharing oxygen in the same apartment. Seems to make the oxygen taste even better. Damn it, I just made myself throw up in my own mouth.
Ok, no more wine for me and I´m turning off the Glee version of "Can´t Fight This Feeling". To explain, I enjoy the guilty pleasure of wine and old school romantic songs. Make fun if you will but you all know there´s been at least one night you´ve blasted a little Mariah, Earth Wind and Fire, Celine, or Boyz II Men! There, I´ve said it! You can relax because it´s out on the table.