Last night I decided that was me.
I've spent the last 2+ months on my own. I didn't think that was enough time to get really used to it. But apparently it is.
Last night, when I went to bed, I was talking to myself. Well actually just thinking to myself. I am ready for J to go back to Oklahoma for the rest of his training. He hasn't even been home a week and I'm done.
Don't get me wrong, I love him to death. But I miss being able to go to bed when I want. If I go to bed at 8 because I've had a hard day, I don't want to feel guilty about it. I want to have the bed all to myself again so I can actually stretch out and not worry about crowding someone else. I don't want someone groping me all night. I want to be able to just pack up the kids and head over to McDonald's because I don't feel like cooking that evening.
I know it takes time to readjust, but this small break just isn't enough time for that.
{Thursday, December 29, 2005}
The Bad, Mean, Horrible Wife
posted by funlearning at 8:03 AM
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