It’s That Time, Again

In the next couple of weeks Mr. B will be heading off on jobs that will take him away from home for quite awhile (anywhere between 3-12 months). During these times when Mr. B is away my friends lovingly refer to me as ‘The Single Married Cat Lady’.

Truth is I have lots of mixed feelings when my husband goes out of town for his long jobs.

Part of me hates it, I always cry when he leaves - because I hate being alone, and I know it will be awhile before I see him - which consists of me earning vacation time and flying out or him being able to get away for a couple of days to come home. My preference is for me to go out to where he is, and sometimes that takes awhile to accomplish. This year he’s going out east to a few jobs and then down to Louisiana, for a couple of jobs.

Part of me enjoys him being gone… (might not be the right wording). I do enjoy the first week - I enjoy the extra space in the bed, the opportunity to have ‘my own’ schedule, I’m able to get the house spotless, decorate, read, etc. But, I miss him. I miss him coming home, I miss watching movies/TV together, I miss playing games together, motorcycle rides, etc.

A part of me likes it when he leaves for a while, but after a week of it I want him back home. I just have to find things to keep me busy – little projects, photo opportunities, work, friends, decorating my house, learning, study, etc. I am thankful that we can talk and email back and forth that is a blessing – it’s better than not being able to talk to him. I am thankful that I know he is safe and not in danger – that is a great comfort, but it’s still hard.

I now have the responsibility of taking care of the tank whilst Mr.B is away – I don’t know what I was thinking when we bought it, probably that he would always be around to take care of it, but now it has fallen to my duty to do so once he is away. I’m sure  I can handle it – but every since I was young I would much rather enjoy the efforts of someone else, rather than have to do the ‘work’ part. But I’m learning now that I’m a quarter century old – that sometimes the work is fun, never in a million years would I ever think I would hear myself say that.

I need to email our landlady sometime soon about digging up the yard to put a garden in, before it gets too late to do so. I want to grow my own veggies – I think it would be therapeutic and a hobby that can’t be a bad one to learn. Along those same lines, I want a sewing machine, there cannot be anything bad with having one right? I’m sure it will always be a good thing to have and know how to do. There are so many things I wish I would have listened and learned from my very talented mother.

So here I am trying to prepare myself mentally for the departure of my husband for who knows how long, and I have a list a mile (literally) long of things I want to do within the next couple of months, which can be found on my next Thursday Thoughts/To-Dos post.