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Hubby went away for a week, to Minnesota. He went to help our son move, to celebrate his mom's birthday, go to a seminar with his dad, and play some golf where it's not hot as hell. For various reasons, I opted out of this trip. I figured I would get some 'me' time and maybe some 'girl'time with my daughter.
I pretty much didn't cook, ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it, or ate nothing because I felt like eating nothing. I didn't clean, other than keeping the sink from piling with dirty dishes (I wouldn't have actually washed the dishes, I mean, there is a dishwasher), or do much laundry. Not that hubby expects these things to be done on some sort of schedule when he's around. In fact, he really doesn't. I just didn't feel like, say, changing the sheets. Some days I was kind of a slob. If I didn't have anywhere to go other than maybe the grocery, I didn't even shower. Daughter and I watched some chick t.v. when she was home for the weekend. I watched a little when I was here alone. Some Lifetime, Oxygen, Turner Movie Classics. Maybe some USA, a little TNT, who remembers?
Jess had planned to ride her motorcycle while she was here, but the battery was dead, so she was going to charge it. When she moved it, she realized her tags were expired, and she left it kind of in the middle of the garage. I figured I would move it back so hubby could get his car in when he got home. I got it mostly figured out, but the back was too heavy to scoot, so I left it a little in his path.
On the night he was due home, I heard a car door in the garage, so I went out to see him. He had just gotten back into the car after moving the bike. He saw me come out and I got the smile. The same smile I saw when I met him, eyes lit up and the dimples and it was like the sun coming up. Twenty-five years later, that smile still melts me. Then he opened up his arms and I went into the safest place I have ever been. He was home, and so was I.
Okay, maybe I watched a little too much sappy television while he was gone. Whatever.
I pretty much didn't cook, ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it, or ate nothing because I felt like eating nothing. I didn't clean, other than keeping the sink from piling with dirty dishes (I wouldn't have actually washed the dishes, I mean, there is a dishwasher), or do much laundry. Not that hubby expects these things to be done on some sort of schedule when he's around. In fact, he really doesn't. I just didn't feel like, say, changing the sheets. Some days I was kind of a slob. If I didn't have anywhere to go other than maybe the grocery, I didn't even shower. Daughter and I watched some chick t.v. when she was home for the weekend. I watched a little when I was here alone. Some Lifetime, Oxygen, Turner Movie Classics. Maybe some USA, a little TNT, who remembers? Jess had planned to ride her motorcycle while she was here, but the battery was dead, so she was going to charge it. When she moved it, she realized her tags were expired, and she left it kind of in the middle of the garage. I figured I would move it back so hubby could get his car in when he got home. I got it mostly figured out, but the back was too heavy to scoot, so I left it a little in his path.
On the night he was due home, I heard a car door in the garage, so I went out to see him. He had just gotten back into the car after moving the bike. He saw me come out and I got the smile. The same smile I saw when I met him, eyes lit up and the dimples and it was like the sun coming up. Twenty-five years later, that smile still melts me. Then he opened up his arms and I went into the safest place I have ever been. He was home, and so was I.
Okay, maybe I watched a little too much sappy television while he was gone. Whatever.
posted by Mom Thumb at 12:10 PM
6 Comments:
Aw. How sweet. I'm currently irritated with my hubby so his smile wouldn't do much for me right now.
heather - Yeah, sometimes it helps if they've been gone for a week. :-)
I wouldn't know what it is like for Danny to be gone for a week. I would absolutely go nuts!!! We have been "together" for 33 years and married for 31 1/2. In that time we have only been apart for more than a couple of nights if one of us was in the hospital. and for the last 21 years we have worked together every day, too. But his smile still affects me that way, too. And there are times I think a little "me" time would be kinda nice, but like I said, after a couple of hours I would probably be ready for him to get home.....I know, kinda sappy, huh......LOL
Those little mini vacations from your spouse can be healthy. Without a little time apart it's hard to find a reason to miss them.
di - I had a hard time getting used to having Randy around all day when he left Oneok. But that was mostly because he uses the dining room table as an office and one of the counters in the kitchen as a mail room. I (barely) notice it anymore.
jeff - It was just about the right amount of time apart. I got my time but the last couple of days I really was ready for him to come home. Besides, I needed to stop watching all that cheesy t.v.
AWWWWW! Thats so cute.. And absolutely incredible. I would have been commenting sooner, had I known this existed.
Trev
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