There's a reason I married someone who's job doesn't require travel. I totally suck at being alone.
Its not that I'm not an independent woman who can do things for myself. I can open jars and everything. I can drive myself places (someone I'm related to by marriage is incapable of driving in Tucson or Sierra Vista, her husband has to drive her). I don't need someone to do stuff for me.
I just prefer to be in the company of my husband when I'm doing these things.
David had to go St. Louis for 2 1/2 days for work training. He isn't even on the plane yet and I miss him. When did I become such a weiner? Its not like we've never ever spent a night apart. Its just that when we did I didn't have two kids to take care of. Now if something happens, I'm the only one they've got, and I run out of patience around 6 pm everyday, about the time David gets home from work. Then I have someone else to change diapers and bathe naked ladies. Without him, its all me.
He was extra anxious about the plane ride part, and I have to admit so was I. He is thirty years old and he's never been on a plane. I am a plane ride expert. (Okay, so it was once time to Albuquerque when I was ten). I know statistically you're more likely to get in a car crash than a plane crash, but that isn't helping. I keep thinking of the same dumb part from an old Alanis Morrisette song.
Mr. play-it-safe, was afraid to fly,
He packed his suitcase, kissed his kids goodbye.
He waited his whole damn life, to take that flight,
And as the plane crashed down he thought, well isn't this nice.
I hate to break it to you Alanis, but most of the things in that song aren't really ironic, more like unfortunate.
Ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. Meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.
Those things suck, but they're not necessarily ironic.
I won't rest easy till he is home safe, and then he can give the kids a bath, cause I'm not doing it.