Eff you, Keith Richards, and eff you Mick Jagger, too. Time is most definitely not on my side.
The hubs and I got things worked out, finally, and now there is just not enough time. There isn't enough time to get everything done. There isn't enough time to spend together. There aren't enough mornings left to wake up together, and there aren't enough dinners left to eat together. I'm freaking out.
I had my major meltdown last week- Friday or Saturday (the days are all running together), and I haven't been able to stop the tears since then. I'm running the constant risk of having the Nile escape through my eye sockets. I burst into tears this morning after someone said they would keep us in their prayers. This is gonna suck.
We were supposed to have more time before this happened. More time before he had to leave again. More time to spend once we figured out how to spend it. More time to be newlyweds. Now, he's working practically around the clock, and when he is home, he's sleeping or I'm at work or both. We NEED this time. I don't know what to do...