After being single for 46 years, I am a woman who knows how to take care of myself.
So my beloved being out of town on business for nearly a full week is not a crisis. Even being here in France, I've now been here long enough that daily life just flows along as usual.
I take care of the kids, in age-appropriate ways of course.
The food shopping gets done.
The laundry gets done.
The homework gets done (with a little help from big brother as I'm the last person to be helping a French child with his French homework).
The kids get fed. The youngest gets his bath and his teeth get brushed. He gets all his hugs and kisses.
I go out places. I do things. I see friends. I work.
I'm not one of those women who can't make it in life without a man around.
And yet...
My life is so much better when he's here.
I sleep better (confession: I am sleeping with his bathrobe because it smells like him). Even though when he's here, he snores, I now sleep better with him than without him.
I concentrate better. When he's not here, I find my mind periodically drifting from whatever I'm supposed to be doing, to wondering what he's doing and if things are going well there in Moldova & Romania (where he happens to be this week).
I have more fun, no matter what I'm doing or even if I'm doing things without him. Because I know when I come home, we'll be together again.
I know he'll be home in few days. It's not forever. I'm not one of those women who cries herself to sleep every night when her man is away. My life is fine. All is well.
I just hate it when he's gone.
