(Note: I had this originally on my other blog, but realized it belonged here.)
Being a military wife means that my husband and I sometimes go weeks without even talking to each other. Many weeks.
Many, many, weeks.
When he's gone, things change. I realized as I poured the last of my frozen strawberries into my Vitamix (thanks Mom!) that it had been almost two weeks since my last serious grocery run. The thought of running to the store flittered through my mind and right back out. I said what I always say.
Nah. I'll go tomorrow.
If I'm happy with a strawberry-chocolate-almond milk-protein shake for dinner, there's absolutely no reason to put my bra back on and go to the store. So, as a result, dinner looked like this:
But that's only because my fridge looks like this:
Then I settled on the couch and my TV selection was this:
- Photo credit: http://tvsurveillance.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/cheers-1007.jpg
So I went to the bathroom and my sink looked like this:
Which inevitably means that the pile of clean laundry I put on my husband's half of the King-sized bed looks like this:
And then I realized that having a husband around at least provides an impetus for me to do everyday life things.
Except for Cheers. That probably shouldn't be everyday.
When he's gone I always miss him. Always. But the independent girl inside me stretches her cramped muscles for the first week or two, and enjoys the freedom of living on sweet potatoes and bacon. (Who wouldn't?)
At least I get to cuddle with this guy every night without husband hogging him.
