Today was an extremely busy day at work. So much so, that I had no time to savor my daily caffeine fix from starbucks, which turned warm by the time I returned to my desk at around 2 pm( you know how when iced coffee sits around, it becomes warm and diluted with ice melting into it ?). I found just eight and a half minutes to eat lunch and no time to browse ebay (which is definitely high up on my list of favorite-things-to-kill-time-with).
However, when he called from the airport, I was at my desk and it was such pleasure to hear his voice. It was unexpected because he wasnt carrying his phone with him(he'd lent it to his dad, who left for NYC earlier in the week for sightseeing & catching up with relatives). His plane was running an hour late and he wanted my help in informing his NY relatives of this. I spent the next hour or so, finding reasons to return to my desk every 10 minutes or so, to track the progress of his delayed flight, until the status went from DELAYED to DEPARTED. And at that point, my status went from :-) to :-(
I left work later than usual, for a typical Friday afternoon, knowing that nothing would be waiting for me back home. As I pulled into my parking lot, I saw his car parked in the guest parking space. A little FYI here. We have an assigned parking spot that he sometimes leaves free for me, when he's in his extra-generous mode as a good hasband-y gesture. The other car (his car) goes into some guest parking spot. I do the same for him sometimes. So, as I pulled in to the parking area, I looked at his car and there was an empty spot right next to it in the guest parking. Then I glanced at my covered assigned parking spot that didnt look very appealing at all. Easy to guess where I decided to park:
I know this is very corny, but at least our cars can be alongside.
I dont know why I'm missing S so much. I mean, I'm not a highschool girl with a teenage crush here. I'm a grown up girl married to his guy. I know he's just gone for a weekend. I know he'll be back Monday night. And I know a weekend away is barely enough time to miss someone. I know it was my idea to stay home while he joins his folks for a trip to Niagara falls. I just didnt know I'll miss him like this.
One of my close friends in Texas saw her husband only on weekends during the majority of the first year of their marriage, because he was always traveling on projects. Gawd, they really did that for almost a year. I really marvel at the patience and self-restraint she has. And another friend has a fiancee in another country, almost 8000 miles away since October '07. And I'm having a tough time getting past Friday night. This is silly. Maybe a weekend isnt that much of a short span of time, when you get used to something unbelievably good.
1 comment:
Awww you poor thing. Look at the bright side, you can clean the house as many times as you want, you can eat what you love to eat and he hates, you can go shopping, you can meet some of your girl friends, or just meet friends!!!
This Texan friend of yours knows exactly what you're going through. And it's coz it's the first time that you've had to deal with it. You'll be fine and come Saturday morning, you won't even miss him so much :)
Go get pampered - SPA day!!! ;)
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