I’m feeling very out of my routine lately.
In a good way but out of the routine none the less. My lean cuisines are sitting in the fridge with frost bite. I’ve had to resort to buying the flavor of ice cream I know my husband hates so that it’s still there in the morning. I’ve been doing laundry non stop and my bathrooms are dirty in a way that I don’t dirty them. There is a man in the house.
Flyboy has been home for almost five weeks now. Five long, long weeks. Three weeks of that was leave he had to use up and the rest is just a quiet month without much flying at work. I take that back, work is not quiet there just isn’t much flying the past few weeks. I think, and I am not kidding, that this is the longest chunk of time we have been together since we’ve been married. It’s been nice, flyboy said that he is relieved that we apparently can live together so he’s not so worried about when he retires, he’s so romantic. But honestly I was kinda wondering the same thing. It’s so odd to live so much of your married life apart, the constant comings and goings, you do start to wonder what it will be like when this chapter ends. But we are both relieved that we will be able to live together come retirement. Or at least we will make it five weeks before someone kills the other.