Return of the Husband

Tonight my hubby comes home, and while it's only been six days, I've never looked so forward to someone coming home as I do him.

With everyone else I've ever been with - oops, I mean that one other man who had a small penis and was bad in bed - I haven't missed them. I've thought I should've missed them, I've wondered what it'd be like to miss them, I've even debated the possibility that I was a bad person for not missing them, but I haven't ACTUALLY missed them. I definitely enjoyed them missing me, I had fun with the time on my own, and I was more than happy to keep the phone calls short to ensure they missed me even more than they already did, but I didn't actually miss them. This one though, anything more than a night away and I become a pathetic reflection of one of those needy girls I talk so badly about. Six days of awayness and we've talked every night, we've texted a few times a day, and I even sent a cheesy email last night, ugh. In my defense, the texting was more about hockey than mush, cuz providing a play by play of the game while he's away and can't watch is fun, but it's still contact. There's this thing with him where I can't not be in contact with him.

This week, it's been a hard one. There's a lot going on around here, and of course it all falls in time with the last couple days of the 2WW. Throw in a couple migraines and a bladder infection from the Clomid, and leaving me alone for six days probably wasn't the wisest move. Wasn't his decision, was a work thing, but I'm pretty bound for insanity on a normal day, let alone with all the rest going on, so it's made for a pity-party kind of a week, topped off with last night's vent.

Tomorrow night though, IT'S ON. And I don't mean 'it', as I wrote above, the timing for 'it' ain't good - I mean it as in us and our routine. There's nothing I look forward to more than coming home from work, cracking a bottle of wine, ordering sushi, getting into our comfies, and watching our favorite shows all the while muting on the commercials even though they're on tape - because fast-forwarding through the commercials would ruin our marriage - uh, that's when we talk?...