Mrs. Lonely

Last week, Hubby informed me that he was going on a last minute business trip to Boston.  He left yesterday morning and is coming back tomorrow.  Not a long trip.  And my week was already packed with other plans.  No big deal.

Until I'm home alone.  In the shower.  And I think I hear a door slam.  Nevermind that it's probably just my neighbor.  These things freak me out.  Too many horror movies when I was a little girl. 

And until I sit down to watch tv and I don't have anyone to cuddle with.

Or I get in bed and don't have anyone to kiss goodnight.

(This is my sad face...from our last day of our honeymoon when I didn't want to leave...)

I miss Hubby like crazy.  And in the year that we've lived together, I've got so used to being with him all the time that I'm a little lost at home without him, even for just a few days.  Is it tomorrow yet? Pin It