poo.

Mark left to go on his business trip a few hours ago. The house is so quiet and empty when he’s not here.

There is a definite difference between the usual, ‘oh, he’s just at work’ not here and that of the, ‘won’t see you for a few days’ not here. I’m used to the former from months of house wiferly behavior. This not here means an empty bed, no one to share tea with, to snuggle up with, to wake up to.

I can’t wait for him to come home.

Pleh. For now, I’ll watch Six Feet Under, read and just go to bed. poo.

I love my husband. I miss him.