When everyone is praying for weekend to come, I on the other hand, is wishing for it to be over. And maybe some of you will understand if I say, that my other half is going somewhere and he is leaving first thing Friday morning. First thing and our first time when we will not be spending our weekend together. It's a 3 or 4 day affair. It's work for him.
I just finished packing the things he will be needing for this trip. I still can't absorb the reality of it. I'm so attached to my husband. He completes me.
And ladies, I can't imagine what our fellow wives are undergoing whose husbands are working far away from the family. I salute you for being so strong. I mean, here I am acting like a baby. For me 4 days is like 1 week or a month or even a year. Every time my husband goes somewhere, there's this space in me being pulled away. Well I never thought that I will be not as flexible, but I'm slowly getting the hang of it.
I was thinking of some activities with my son. Aside from having a date with my little boy at the mall, there's nothing left but to stay at home, do whatever we can accomplish and play the waiting game until papa bear comes home.