But I’m not counting. That is technically the time remaining on Randy’s excessively long business trip.\u00a0 A trip that found him in clouds and rain every single day, and one that found me dialing 9-1-1 in the middle of the night because the damn fire alarms wouldn’t stop going off. It’s been a trip of him catching a second cold in three weeks, and me resorting back to my old lazy ways with no motivation.<\/p>\n
But in less than 12 hours I will be bright and shiny and excited to pick him up at the airport. He, on the other hand, will probably be completely jetlagged, exhausted, and dehydrated. I feel like a puppy. It’s like my parent’ dog, Dusty, who piddles in glee every time she sees me (I call my parents 5 minutes before I get there so they can take her out first). Don’t worry, I’ll go to the bathroom before heading to the airport.<\/p>\n
Anyway, the last two nights were the nights I slept best during his absence. I’m guessing it’s partially because I was getting used to having the place to myself, but also because I knew that the nights\u00a0I was\u00a0sleeping alone would be ending soon.<\/p>\n
I’m such a sap. One thing this absence\u00a0does make me realize is that if he ever does do that temporary assignment in Asia for 3-6 months, I’ll have to go along. Initially, I was thinking that if he went for 6 months, I’d go for three months in the middle and be in Arlington by myself for the first month and a half and the last month and a half.<\/p>\n
I don’t think so.<\/p>\n
What does this mean? The optimist in me says it’s love. The pessimist in me says it’s codependency. The realist in me says its a combination of the two.<\/p>\n
I can accept that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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