Last night my husband of three plus months up and moved out. Moved all the way to Tri-Cities, Washington and woe is definitely me. He'll be there for the next 6 weeks (minus one day!) and pretty much I already hate it. Who is going to drive me everywhere? Who will wash the dishes? And most importantly who will keep me from eating chocolate chips for dinner?!
The other night I was talking to my friend Ande who is also freshly married and whose husband travels a lot for work. We were talking about the crazy things we think/do when our husbands are out of town for the night. She said last time her husband was gone, she found some poles in their closet and propped them up next to her bed...just in case. We had a pretty good laugh about that one but after last night I'm thinking I might need my own set of poles.
It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep and I had some pretty pathetic and embarrassing thoughts during that time. I only realized how pathetic and embarrassing they were this morning when I was miraculously still alive. I think one of the real low points was when I was playing with my hair and wondered if I might actually be playing with someone else's hair and they were laying in bed with me waiting to attack. Wait it gets creepier....it was the little girl from The Ring! I mean...in this scenario, would my poles even help me? Guys, should I upgrade to a spear?
All my single ladies and my male readership (I don't have a male readership) probably can't relate but can I get an amen! from my married sisters? Even though we confidently slept in our own (twin?) beds alone for 20 plus years, it somehow seems so wrong to have to do it now. Call me crazy but it just feels so nice knowing you have a big strong man to protect you from danger.
I mean...
am I right?
*I really love my husband. Big time. He might be small but his heart is probably 3/4 of his body weight. Who else do you know with a 60 pound heart?
Hahahaha love this! You are the cutest. I may or may not have the only knife that doesn't belong in my kitchen knife set (the one I used before we got married and got our legit knives) in a drawer by my bed. You never know! I'm convinced it's because we grew up in the Elizabeth Smart era. Scary stuff. We're all still scared. Hope you hang in there! Distance is tough. I would recommend lots of skype :)
ReplyDeleteThis is just awesome. I laughed out loud at work really loud. Embarassing. But we all do the same thing.
ReplyDeletemight i suggest quesadillas in lieu of chocolate chips for dinner? just as healthy but a bit more filling.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that you share the same disliking of sleeping alone. I thought I was weird to never want the bed to myself. I sleep better with Ryan next to me (even though he snores). 6 weeks is a long time but it will go by quickly! You should blog to pass the time. And eat chocolate chips.
ReplyDeleteMale readership! Ps. i continue to win the bet i started w/ your husband. although none of it has been muscle. none.
ReplyDeleteTyyyyyler! Adam will be so devastated to hear that you're winning. Also, I think you know what else is going through my head late at night. "Caaaaaaroliiiiiiine". So bad, but so good!
ReplyDeletei lol'd @ with my by myself. love you two - you're wonderful. ps. where'd you get your swimsuit? need the deets over here.
ReplyDeletehow did i not know about your blog?? i'm so excited to read it:) first let me just say that im trying to come up with a combination of your name and ashley's name for our first daughter. second, i know what you mean about sleeping alone. i make logan sleep closest to the door so that if anyone ever broke in our house to harm us he would be the first to go. when he isn't there i am like a deer in the headlights all by my lonesome...
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