Matt was away for work training last week and here and there and well when your husband is away you realize how much his absence affects you. And the kids. So what do I miss most about him? A satire?
I need to cook. Pssss.... I just cannot make a meal like the lovely homemade pizza pictured above. Unless it comes in a box?
I can't continue on with Game of Thrones. I shall be forever stuck in the beginning of season two until he returns... Or Detour for that matter. Or Caribbean Life. Or even Outlander, shockingly enough. I didn't realize he liked the show that much until I went to watch it without him. He was aghast. (That word always makes me think of Les Mis. Anyone else? Anyone have that movie that I can borrow for that matter??)
I need to refill my own water in the morning. See also make my own coffee. See also pour myself my own wine. I mean truly, this is such a travesty. What is a girl to do?
Sleep.
Working out at night alone reading my books in silence is getting old. Forty-five minutes in absolute silence? Who wants that?
The multiple loads of laundry/dishes/bags of trash that he creates whilst home. God love him, but that man makes himself quite a lot of mess.
The good cop. I'm the bad cop, always and forever the bad cop. And Matt well, no surprise here, is the good cop. I can try and play both roles but we all know that that will never end well. I'm a bad cop through and through. There's only so much good I can muster up.... Sometimes a second helping of whip cream is just not good for you, you know?
Rearranging my pillows nine hundred times a day. The man just loves to move around my throw pillows. And I just love them put back into place immediately upon exiting the couch. I believe this is called an impasse.
All joking aside, because that's pretty much my MO.... being without Matt is no picnic. He does so much for me and for the kids (as if that isn't abundantly clear) that his absence is felt.... immensely. Every day. All day. We miss him. Boo work training. Boo.
