Missing

I sent my husband camping for the week. Originally, I’d asked him to be home for our scheduled coffee date Thursday morning. However, I told him I knew it would be good for him to stay a bit longer, so we could plan to reschedule our date in order for him to stay the whole week camping. I was very glad when he agreed to stay longer, because I know how much he loves camping and how good it is for him to be able to rest away from the stress of everything in the everyday. At least every once in a while, anyway, and it has been a long while since he has been camping. So, he’s set to stay another few days at this point, and my coffee date tomorrow morning will be with my baby girl, which still will be lovely.

Oddly, though, just as I was noticing this morning that I was doing fine in terms of not missing my husband too much, and how it was clearly a good idea for him to stay a bit longer, I was struck very strongly tonight by a desire to have him back home – I just started missing him so much.

I mean, I’ll be fine until he gets home. But I still definitely miss him.

I’m also exhausted and can barely think… haha

Post-a-day 2025