The Mister and I haven’t seen our children since we kissed them goodbye before school yesterday morning.
There have been no interruptions.
I know someone out there is reading this and asking WHY are you blogging when you have time alone with your husband?
People used to ask me this all the time when The Mister would return from wherever the army sent him. The expectation was that we should be all up in our togetherness. The reality is that we just wanted to get back to our norm.
For one thing, when he’d come home, he’d be exhausted. Food, shower, sex, food, sleeeeeeeep. Periodic daytime sleep for days and days.
Flying is tiring, combat zones are stressful. Weeks of training in the desert or in a southern forest are hard on a body.
Imagine coming home to a house full of children after long periods of time with only adults.
He’d bring home a certain level of adrenaline and exhaustion that only time could cure.
When he was away, I’d live like a single parent. I write that lightly, because what I did wasn’t as hard as single parenting, but it was like that.
We all had to adjust, always.
So yes, this interruption in our date weekend is brought to you by our norm. We’re definitely one of those couples that can be together 24/7 and not get sick of one another. After the military, he didn’t work for five months, so we had five months of 24/7 and we were happy. I think this might be because we know how to be together without being all up in our togetherness.
We had coffee and cookies, a night at the symphony, late dinner, cocktails, time in bed…
We’re perfectly content at the moment. I’m writing this. I don’t know what he’s doing, I’ll ask.
“Baby, what’re you doing?”
“Just scannin the Facebook.”
Pretty typical for 1:30 Saturday afternoon.
Sometimes we rub our feet together and make the googly eyes, but we do that when our kids are here, too.
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