be-twitching

Apparently I am not a woman made of tough stuff. Lovely hubby made his way out of the house last Tuesday, around 4 am, to gallivant off to Las Vegas, and he left me to keep the home fires burning (and the kids alive and not sold-- those were my only specific instructions). During that time-- 5 measly days-- I even had the companionship and assistance of my fantastic mother-in-law, who stayed with us Wednesday and Thursday nights. And as I type away, lovely hubby is flying high above the ice covered Midwest, making his way back to the east coast late this evening. Barring any complications, I expect he'll be able to get his luggage, grab a shuttle and be home sometime around 1 am. Nothing big, right?

Like I said-- not a tough gal over here. The title of this post refers to the almost non-stop eye twitch that I've been experiencing for about... uh, what's it been? Oh yeah- about 5 days! The stinking thing has become something beyond annoying-- maddening is more like it. Just below my lower right lid has been twitching off and on, and according to my sophisticated research (i.e. Google, of course!), this is most likely caused by stress and lack of sleep. Ha! Perhaps I should have not chosen to read until after midnight every night this week as a way to distract myself from the empty space on the left side of the bed.

Man, I have missed him so. I have had way too many grumpy moments with the kids, who all have been missing him just as much. (Pudge saying "Dada! Wuv woo!" into the cell phone damn near broke me.) I know I am a gigantic wuss for my kvetching, because my week wasn't even a drop in the bucket of what so many other moms have to do on a daily basis for much longer stretches, or indefinitely. I have unending respect for those much-stronger-than-me women, and my five day stint is all I needed to experience to know that I'd have a whole lot of growing to do if I ever found myself needing to do this on a regular basis.

Beyond the missing him as another person here to help take on the regular parenting and household tasks, I have missed him even more as my other half. (Commence groaning.) I have felt so incredibly lonely without having him simply in the house, or nearby on the couch, or a few inches away on his pillow-- at a basic level, just missing his presence. I will be so glad to be awakened on the couch in a few hours with what I hope will be one heckuva kiss.

Alright, the complaining and the sappiness are over for now... thanks for indulging me. Now I can only hope that this *insert-appropriately-strong-word-of-your-choice-here* twitch magically disappears when lovely hubby walks through the door!