Finally finally finally. I am counting down the hours until I pick up my man from the airport. He’s been in Oregon since September working on a project.
It’s the end of freaking November.
It has been a long run. Sure, he came home a couple of weekends, meaning he flew in on Saturday morning and flew out Sunday afternoon, so he was home all of, oh, about twenty-eight hours. And I did go to Portland last month for a weekend, which was great, but if you add all that time together, we’ve seen each other for about six days since September.
I haven’t blogged about it because, well, it doesn’t seem very smart to announce to the world ain’t nobody home but me and my tiny dog. One of the many pitfalls of non-anonymous blogging, I guess (and believe me, there are many, if I could go back in time, I’d blog behind a picture of a martini and call myself Miss SparklePants, or something).
Anyway, since the homecoming is only a few short hours away, I can now say what I’ve been thinking for quite some time – Long term relationships suck.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy ‘me’ time. But after a few weeks of The Solo Vesta Show, it isn’t quite so much fun, you know what I’m saying? It isn’t like the travel is unusual, his schedule is weird, and we basically never know what’s going to happen (or where, which is always fun) until the job starts. I’m pretty good at just going with the flow. But somewhere along the line we hit that point in life where we’ve lived with each other for so long, it’s hard to adjust to being apart for extended periods of time.
There’s no one to pawn off dog walking duties to, no one to change the light bulbs oh-so-conveniently located on the ceiling, no one to kill the spiders, should they explode from the bananas. But besides all that, I kinda just like having him around, he’s a funny dude.
What I’m trying to say is, I miss my husband, and I’m pretty damn excited he’s finally coming home.
And also? Now I can get into the full swing of my holiday madness. Longtime readers know that I love the holidays. Love. I am one of those obnoxious people that hums along with Christmas tunes. And decorates. And makes many, many holiday cocktails. Friends and family are grateful for that last one, because my incessant cheerfulness is easy to deal with when I’m the one slinging the drinks. You don’t want to hear Robert Earl Keen’s Merry Christmas from the Family again? Then you’re cut off.
Speaking of cocktails – remember when I used to do weekly Cocktail Time posts? Lately people have been asking why I stopped (in particular, my husband, who looked forward to sampling), so starting next week, I’m bringing back happy hour.
Enjoy the weekend y’all!