I try not to dwell on it, for if I do, it might spin me into a spiral of dispair (or a least self pity).
He's gone. Again. For three weeks.
And with his departure I am flung back into my role as a single mom.
His destination is halfway across the world. Yet, I remain. Chugging ahead...trying to keep up some sense of normalcy for the kids.
We're oceans apart. With a 6 hour time difference...which really throws a major wrench in communications.
So for the next three weeks, our connection will be short cell phone calls, brief Skype calls or emails. Do you know how hard it is to stay connected when you are so far apart?
I KNOW I can do this. I've done it before. But, I really don't relish the thought of it.
Three weeks. Three LONG weeks.
I can keep myself and the kids busy, but when they go to bed, I'm left to sit in this big house of ours, alone.
I guess I'm just really missing my husband and it's only day 1.