Today my husband, Brian, will be leaving me for a week for California due to work matters. And I am left here… dwelling.
The poor thing was hung over most of the day yesterday after a night of partying at Christine‘s housewarming party. We ate a lot of food and got to see old friends we hadn’t seen in a while. It was a great time! Until 11pm rolled around and I turned back into a pumpkin… In other words, I fell right asleep on the couch. It was embarrassing to be the only one who crashed (as I was the only one not drinking). It was also unfortunate that Brian chose that exact moment to talk to my girlfriends about how we met, how I help him broaden his horizons, how we went to see Star Trek Insurrection in college and he swooned the entire walk back home just because I was holding his arm, and other sweet things like that. I was sitting RIGHT THERE but didn’t hear a word of this because I was counting Z’s. I got the rough summary from Christine once I woke up. I can’t believe I missed it! I guess I should get him drunk more often, huh?
But I digress. He’s about to leave me for a whole week and I am already feeling that hit that couples dependence strikes you with when separation occurs. I’m already setting up social events for every evening this week so that I don’t sit at home doing nothing.
The way I see it, this could go one of two ways: I’ll be so busy that this week will fly by and it’ll be like nothing happened. Or, I’ll take this opportunity to clean the house, practice piano, save up on eating out by cooking my meals, and maybe even figure out a workout schedule (this spike in productivity is what Brian and I refer to as “curing Cancer”). So perhaps I’ll be curing Cancer this week.
Ok, enough rambling. I reserve my right to dwell the lack of companionship this week, and just hope it flies by.
Have a great week everyone!
ina