Sunday, December 4, 2011

I've turned into a softie.

My Guy left yesterday for a convention. He has to go every year, and every year, it's over his birthday. Ick. He'll be gone until Thursday.

I was really sad to see him go. I was surprised at how sad I was.

Let's be honest: My Guy is a kind, funny, wonderful man. But sometimes he makes me crazy. Like how our bathroom mirror is in a constant state of greasy smudgetasticness because he wipes condensation off with his dirty t-shirts. Because boys are dumb.

So, I should be excited to have almost a week of clean bathroom mirrors and time to do whatever I want.

However ...

While I was tooling around Target yesterday, I realized I was in no rush to get home ... and no one was waiting for me. And then I remembered that it used to be like this all the time.

I lived alone, and I was alone a lot. That sort of solitude helps you figure yourself out. But it's also really, well, lonely.

I miss my husband. Which, I guess, means that I've overcome one of my fears about getting married: being dependent upon someone else.

Don't get me wrong: I am managing to function in My Guy's absence. So, like, when Lady Doodle decided that the alpha was gone and so she'd make a play for the position, and growled and barked and was mean to the other dogs, prompting Foxie Doxie to conveniently and oh-so-logically stake his claim by peeing on my bed a 12:45 this morning? I was able to deal with it. And by "deal," I of course mean "go completely ballistic."

But really? Things are just easier when the entire pack is together. That means Mr. Wiping-the-Mirror-With-T-Shirt Guy, too.

Plus? I just miss my friend.


Mrs. G. said...

Pretty soon you're going to look up like I have and go, "where the hell have the last 20 years gone?" I can tell he's a keeper.

Anonymous said...

Aw. The missing but liking to be alone is a good sign.

Magic27 said...

Seriously, you guys are just adorable!
And yes, I'm with you on the living alone being lonely thing (even though, technically, I'm not alone; I have two smallish girls and a cat. But I don't have a "special someone", so that makes me lonely. Particularly in the evenings when the girls are in bed).
Till Your Guy gets home, I recommend sappy DVDs (the kind he wouldn't like or would think unbelievably girly), sappy books, dessert wine and chocolate.
Roll on Thursday!

Gretchen Hembree said...