Sunday, February 05, 2012

Missing My Man

My husband is gone.

Abandoned me with a bad back and three and a half children.

It's 7:35.  The kids are in bed.  We made Valentine hearts.  They're taped all over our windows and I adore them.  But I'm still completely alone.

My first instinct is: to eat.

But since I don't want to be a fatty fatty fat fat, I resort to my second and third instincts:

Watch TV and surf the interwebs.

Thank you Netflix.  Thank you handy laptop.

And tonight when I crawl into our empty, cold bed, I'll stretch out and pretend I love it.  But I really, really hate it when he's gone.

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