I don't know if hard times and bad things happen often when my husband is home, because he's the buffer between me and the world. My rock. But when he's traveling, things happen all the time that drag on me and I notice them more because I don't have his strength behind me. sure, when he's home he's a pain in the ass as all husbands are! But overall I adore him and draw a lot of strength from him when he's near - like an energy transfer. I can only imagine how hard I am on him when I'm literally sucking his energy.
The last 6 weeks have been a flurry of activity and transformations. We moved 3,000 miles, hubby started traveling intensely with this job, I gave up a lot of my work and focused more on the house and the kids, I've met a ton of people, and a lot of really shitty things have happened. I'm strong in the moment of crisis, but this has been prolonged. By week number 4 I started to crack. It didn't help that I was highly hormonal during my period and it left me absolutely drained. I'm still recovering from that and trying to find my patience with the kids and everyday life.
Well, off to bed.... the house is clean, it's dark outside, I've got no wine, there's no Grey's Anatomy or House to watch and I have no motivation to do anything else. So I might as well catch some Zzzz's before the hubster gets home. He's coming in late tonight for (I hope!) 4 days.
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