The hub left yesterday for his new job. It was hard on me. I went to work, made an ass out of myself and went home to spend the last four hours of his time in VA together. We were scrambling to get stuff done so not much of that time was spent just relaxing together. I had to leave a few minutes before he did to pick up the kid from school but when I returned home to grab some things I found his water bottle sitting on the front porch and I lost it - "Oh no...he forgot his water! What if he gets thirsty!" - and it just continued from there as I made my way through the house looking for anything of his that could give me comfort - I settled for a pillow but did manage to wear a pair of pajama pants of his to bed last night. Give me a break...I've never lived alone before...not for this long anyways.
Poor kid didn't really understand either but did seem to take it better than I did at first. It'll take some getting used to but we're strong girls and will talk to daddy every night to keep us sane.
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