Hey, how did I end up here?
How are you, my dear friends? Why are you still visiting my blog? Does the lack of posts not make you want to slap me up a little bit? Take me off your feed list? Tell me I’m the worst kind of blogger ever? Where’s the consistency? Where’s the commitment? WHERE IS THE PROMISE OF MORE CRIPPLINGLY CUTE PICTURES OF MY ADORABLE SPAWN?
Things have been a little crazy around here. Lokes is going off tomorrow for a week so I’m just blue about that. I hate the stupor I seem to wallow in a week before he takes off, and I’m talking about a husband who used to take off quite a fair bit that he’s earned enough Frequent Flyer points to fly us to Jupiter, first class (wouldn’t that be SO cool?). We’ve been together almost a decade now. Surely, the lovey dovey effervescent piquance of our relationship has fizzled out by now to be replaced by hard, crusty bare tolerance?
And yet.
I’m just a fat old sod sap (apparently, females can’t use the word ’sod’), whaddya gonna do? I still gulp silently at the sound of his suitcase zipping home. These eyes still well up when I see him walk through the double doors at the airport, all by his lonesome. My poor baby. Flying off a million miles away from me and his kids, one of whom will be bawling her eyes out the moment he steps out of the car, who can guess which one? Did he remember to pack his deodorant? His toothbrush? His comfy old shorts with the hole in the crotch?
“Is it because there’s no one here to help you out?” he asked the other day, after one of my five-minute sighs.
“Why the impud-! How can you even-! The kids need their father! And I really miss you! ” I cried.
He is right, of course. I have grown indolent with my husband’s after-hours help and assistance during the weekends. How ever would I be able to sit my kids in front of the TV all day AND feed them chicken nuggets for breakfast AND dinner?
Seriously, I will miss you. Although I will relish not having to drive you to and from work. And eat braised chicken seven days in a row. And watch Pride and Prejudice again.
Still, I am in the doldrums. I’ll be okay in a few days.
Just remember to get me a nice, juicy gift, ’s’all.
Posted in Imperfect Wife
January 24th, 2007 at 11:40 pm
awww hunny girl. the time will pass before u know it. You’ve got time to draw/write, watch P n P (wait, WHICH p n P are u watching?!??!?!1 Please dont tell me u r watching the Godawful Kiera K version?!!)..
I can understand the blue funk
I would be the same.. mine would also that I miss him and man, the w.ends are just that much longer LOLOL
here’s to us being with ya!
January 25th, 2007 at 9:14 am
Lia: I watched the Colin Firth version - I still prefer Kiera McKnight! I am so obsessed with the show now, I’ve got audio tapes, the soundtrack, EVERYTHING LOL. Believe it or not, the music helps me write lol.
Anyway, thanks. It will pass soon enough, I know. Just need to get out of the rut.
January 25th, 2007 at 10:14 am
I know what you feel… it even feels different having dinner by myself when he has to work late in the office. Somehow the rice doesn’t taste as good without him.
If you and I were in the same city, I would be right over in a blink of an eye to help you with your kids, so that you can have some time for yourself…. not that I can take your honey’s place.
January 26th, 2007 at 4:16 am
haha Jenn.. oh god, cant stand kiera knightly in it, it’s barely like the book, they have no chemistry (the soundtrack is nice though), she sounds so angry and URGHHH I wanna SMACK her..
I could watch the colin firth one over and over, it’s just like the book! lovely! I dont think she deserved an oscar nomination but hey wat I knowlah.. LOLOL She’s a fav in the Hollywood world at the moment, skinny woman! LOL
Ditto what kelatan gal said, if I was anywhere near u, bring em over and u can escape! Im used to a madhouse!
hang in there!!!