Lately life seems to land me in my bed by 8pm with a bowl full of edamame, a smoothie, a blanket, and this addicting thing here called my laptop. My house is quiet. The day is almost over. And I sit in bed and unwind from a long day of snuggling and playing with my little one. John's gone again. And this has become my routine.

It's nice not having to cook dinner. It's nice to do my own thing. It's nice to have a little peace and quiet to a day that usually isn't so. It's nice to have me time. Me time that a mom rarely gets. It's nice that at 8pm, I'm selfish, and it's time to myself.

But, as nice as a quiet house is. As nice as it is to be lazy at night. And as nice as it is have an entire bed to myself, I much prefer to have my husband home, hanging out with me, despite what he thinks. He thinks I enjoy when he's gone, and that's only partly true. The other part of me hates it. 


Cynthia Lovell said...

I understand! I've been there. I have to admit that I was never able to sleep very well when my honey wasn't home.

Jana said...

While I would never want my husband gone more than a few days at a time, it's kind of nice to wing dinner, go to bed early and have the entire bed to myself. I'm off to do just that... :)