I suppose the answer to that statement is you just do what you need to do.
The husband went out of town this past weekend. He usually does this once a year to go and see a Bears' game with a buddy. This time it was for business. The Bears' trip is coming up, which means I'll have to go through this all over again.
I absolutely hate when he's not home. I try to keep myself busy during the day to avoid dwelling on his absence. It's all good. That is until I go to bed. Sometimes the husband watches tv in the living room when I decide to go to bed. It's comforting seeing the light reflecting from downstairs and hearing bits and pieces of his shows, usually Family Guy.
This weekend there was none of that. It was dark and the only sound I heard was the tv in the bedroom. And Little Dude snoring - he's loud!!! And to make matters worse, I did one of the stupidest things Friday night.
I am addicted to watching Ghost Adventures. Not only do I like all that paranormal stuff, but that particular show offers some pretty good eye candy!
As I'm laying in bed, with all the lights out, every single shadow made me jump. I don't necessarily believe in everything on those shows, but being alone in the dark can make you a believer!
So long story short(er), we picked the husband up Sunday night. We were so happy to have him home. The kids even made him a bunch of "Welcome home" cards. They are so sweet sometimes!
As happy as I am to have the husband back home where he belongs, he made me one grumpy mama by stealing my stuff.
Monday morning I go into the kitchen to see a cup. A cup with remnants of milk and cookie crumbs. The jerk ate my Oreos!!!
Not cool, man. Not cool at all!!!
Until next time....