Day 28 of the 30 Day Writing Challenge
Day Twenty-Eight: Something That I Miss
I think the obvious answer here would be sleep. My English teacher in high school once described sleeping as delicious and I've always thought of sleep that way ever since. The best part is when you're in between the stages of awake and asleep and you're actually conscious of it. You realize you're about to fall asleep. It's one of the best feelings. Or taking a nap and knowing you can sleep for as long as you want. Delicious.
Right now in this moment I miss my hubby. He's such a wonderful person. I'm so blessed to have him in my life. Having this baby has put us both through the wringer but I admit that the lack of sleep has made me difficult to live with. He once said that he's waiting for his wife to come back. Ouch.
I don't blame him, though. I snap at pretty much anything. I can take just about everything he says out of context and twist it around. I can lose it when something is out of place. I can succumb to tears when the baby just won't go to sleep. I'm basically PMSing 24/7. You would think that when Monday rolled around I would be glad to be alone since I give my husband such a hard time but no, despite all of my bitching and moaning and crying, I don't want him to go. He's a huge help when he is home. He'll feed our baby, change her diaper, put her down for naps, play with her, take her out for a walk if I want some alone time and pretty much anything else I ask him to do. But it's not just what he does for me, it's simply having my best friend nearby. We like spending time together, whether that includes chatting, reading, watching a movie or going grocery shopping.
Unfortunately, he works long hours so by the time he gets home we don't have much time together, especially when we go to bed at 8pm! That's the price we pay so that I can stay at home. It's something we feel strongly about so we're willing to make the sacrifice. Sometimes when I lament the fact that he has to go to work, he says he has to bring home the bacon...and the eggs and the toast and everything else we need but that if I want to live in a cardboard box, he's okay with that. So when he thanks me for doing the laundry or emptying the dishwasher, I try to remember to thank him for going to work for his family.
Last week baby and I surprised Daddy at work. He looked so happy to see us I knew I had made the right decision to come. (You never know, he could have been very busy or something like that.) After we left everyone asked him why he was so happy -- did I give him a quickie in the car?? He said, "Parce-que j'ai vu mes raisons-d'êtres." Translation: Because I saw my reasons for living.
That's my husband. Now you can understand why I miss him.
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