Saturday, March 15, 2008
Missing You
You don't know what you have until it's gone, the saying goes. It's so true. Huz has only been away for 24 hours and I miss him terribly.I have missed him many times: yesterday afternoon before two friends made spontaneous visits (thanks Lauren! thanks Trish!); last night as I put a frozen pizza in the oven to eat alone; when I had to prematurely pop Claire off my breast and put her in her crib (upset and crying) in order to take the pizza out of the oven and turn it off before it burnt the house down; when I climbed into a cold bed by myself; at 1:00a.m. when I got up and put a pacifier in Claire's mouth; at 2:45a.m. when I got up and changed Claire's diaper and fed her; at some point in the night when I rolled over and put my hand on his side of the bed only to find it empty; when I got up at 6:30a.m. and changed and fed Claire; when I got up at 8:15a.m. when Claire wouldn't sleep anymore; when I prematurely popped her off the breast again this morning to push a puking cat off the rug; when I tried everything I could (and failed) to calm Claire down (she got overtired and screamed bloody murder for 30 minutes) this morning.
I think Claire is sick of me saying "I miss your Daddy," but I do. Parenting is hard by yourself, plus I miss my best friend. It may sound pathetic and overly needy, but I really like my spouse, damn it, and I miss him when he's gone. |
