Thursday, March 6, 2008

36 Hours and Counting

Approximately 36 hours and Brent will be home for about 41 hours before heading back to NY. I'm trying to not think about the second half of that sentence and focus on the first half.

Although I miss him terribly and am anxiously looking forward to seeing him tomorrow night, I have to admit that there are a few perks to his being gone.

First of all, I have the whole bed to myself. Pre-baby I used to cuddle with Brent at night and when he was traveling there was a great void at nighttime. Then I got big pregnant and wanted only my pillows and a bigger bed. I still feel that way. Brent has a tendency to elbow me in the head during the night, and I certainly haven't missed that.

Secondly, the house has miraculously stayed clean. I cleaned it when he left and haven't really had to do it again since. I'm one of those pick-up-after-yourself and put-it-away-when-you're-done-using-it kind of people, and Brent most certainly is not. He's not quite as organizationally challenged as my dear and loveable sister Emma, but pretty darn close. So laundry and cooking dinner and other household tasks have certainly been easier with him gone. Nice perks to help me endure his absence, but I'd never take the trade. He's too good a husband.


Anonymous said...

Woo hoo! Dave is leaving early tomorrow morning for his business trip to D.C. *sigh*.

Catherine said...

This is off the topic of your post, but I noticed that you are reading "The Bronze Bow." I want to know what you think of it. (Without giving away my overall impression, I have to say that anyone who attributes fictional actions to Jesus is a braver person than I.)