Thursday, March 1, 2012

~* Name That Cliche' 80s Song *~

I really do miss my hubby. I mean, I've said it before- before I moved to NC, when he was in the field for a few days, when we just had conflicting schedules and didn't get to see each other much. But the true depth of that phrase is really starting to sink in.

He's been gone for over two weeks now. On the plus side, that's only 22-38 more weeks to go. On the minus side, that's 5.5- 8.5 more months to go. I did finally get to Skype with him the other day for a few minutes. I was so happy just to see his face again that I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to sit and look at him.

The hardest part has been the nights. I can't sleep. I know people say that a lot, but really, I can't sleep. I have to be up at 3:30am to open the gym, so I go to bed around 9:30pm. I roll around and try to get comfy and wind up staring at the clock every 20minutes. I open the window. Then I close the window. I turn the music on. Then I turn the music off. I roll to my side. Then my arm goes numb, so I flip to my belly. Then my neck cramps up, so I flip to my back. Next thing I know, the auto-timer on the coffee pot kicks in and my apartment is draped in the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. Thank god, because I need it. I haven't slept a wink. It's so cliche', but I never realized how much I need him next to me until I couldn't have him next to me. I feel like a cliche' 80's song- you know the one.

Monday, February 27, 2012

~* Estrogen In The Air *~

Yesterday, I had a girl date. Actually, I organized a girl date. Anyone who knows me realizes this is completely out of character for me. It's not that I dislike other women. It's just that I usually feel suffocated in the presence of excessive estrogen. Everything changes, right?

I had already decided that every Sunday while the hubs is gone, I will treat myself to fro-yo. Sunday is my "free" day from my healthy living routine- I don't go to the gym, I can have pasta for dinner and brownies for breakfast, and I can have a bottle of wine instead of a glass (if I so choose). And the fro-yo place is where we had our last date before he left, so it's kind of my tribute. However, I'm not a complete hermit, and I didn't want to go alone.

I work at a gym full of women who try to live healthy, like myself, so fro-yo is more appealing than ice cream. Also, my neighbor upstairs is alone since her hubs just left also. And there's the super-nice girl who took me to church last weekend. So, I decided to send them all a Facebook event invite to join me. I didn't really expect anyone to come, and I was a little nervous since only the girls from the gym know each other. But, it turned out to be five of us, and I think we had a really good time. Girls just wanna have fun, after all. All smiles, no drama. It's strange to say this, but it's exactly what I needed yesterday. Hopefully, we can continue the ritual. I'll be there regardless, but maybe I'm not too old to make friends who will join me.
" Don't place your better days in the future."