My husband is home. He spent this weekend on open ocean deep sea fishing with some friends at work and their family. The quid pro quo of BlogHer. We each got a trip – we don’t travel, funds low and the like, and we both really needed the treats.
He just got home, this morning, unexpectedly, as the waters were too choppy to stay out. Suddenly, the axis shifted, and all was right in my world again.
We’re always together other than work. He truly is my best friend, and we’re both a bit antisocial and homebodies.
But this weekend, I had to do the “man” stuff. I had to take out the trash (his job.) Fine, I handled that. But he’s also the bug man. I had to clear ant manifestations in 4 rooms. I swear we were under attack, I think they’re looking for water. And then a gnarly looking spider that tried to get Joseph while he was peeing. Chunky, black, with a yellow stripe down it’s back. And I played WoW, without him next to me. All done like I knew what I was doing. But then I realized – all done minus joy. Minus my best friend.
My best friend’s home now, and I feel normal again.
how beautiful 🙂
lucky you!
ingrids last blog post..the sea, the sea, oh the sea
I was just telling retrohousewife how much I love to hear from women whose husbands are their best friends. 🙂 I know mine is. Geesh, don’t those whiny women know that man bashing is so passe? lol