Sin Esposo

Last Sunday my husband went on a TDY to Washington (state, not DC). He is on a TDY to finish up his pilot training. While there he will spend a lot of time "camping" in the woods simulating things that might occur if you were to crash during war and be taken as a POW. Yes, from what I hear even simulating the POW treatment as well. Anyways, I have heard stories from other spouses that their husbands came back as though they were emotionally damaged from the experience...PTSD if you will. So needless to say I am very worried about my little lover.

I have spent a lot of time the first few days apart thinking about how my chores have doubled...so apparently I'n not too worried about him. This reminds me of my single life living alone and I dont like it one bit. Here are the top five reasons I miss my husband:

1. Gas: I am appalled at the idea of pumping gas. The process of getting gas is so annoying to me that I will avoid it at all costs. In fact, Monday evening as I was driving home from work I noticed that the Corolla was getting low on gas. I drove straight home and sat on the couch for the rest of the night. In the morning I grabbed the keys for the Mustang and drove that until Thursday night when I was out of gas in that car. If only I could have combined the 2 tanks I would have had one more trip in me. When Gustavo is here gas somehow gas seems to appear in our cars as though some little hispanic fairy lives in our garage. That fairy must have gotten lost when we moved into our new apartment.

2. Dinner: Gustavo is definitely the cook in this relationship. I had cowtails and wine for dinner one night this week.

3. Boxes: We just moved here. When Gustavo left on Sunday, we had about 20 boxes to unpack. Today, Friday, we have 19.

4. Maintenance: Let's just say, for example, you get home from work and there is a loud humming noise coming from your apartment that lasts a good 24 hours. And, it turns out to be a clogged dryer duct. I think I would like some advice on how to handle that before calling emergency maintenance to enter our box riddled home. Advice from Washington (state, not DC) is not very accurate. Clearly an example.

5. Finally and most importantly, I miss my husband because he is my best friend. Although our bed is free of snoring and I have it all to myself or the fact that I dont have to listen to the incesant nonsense of Glenn Beck twice a day...that doesnt matter. I would trade it in to have him here.

So, I pray that he comes back to me just as he left me; and be thankful that this is a reminder of how life is a long road alone.




Our old little base house. I loved it...aside from the military annoucements made daily right outside our bedroom window.



Our new spare bedroom and an obnoxious amount of boxes. I took this photo 2 minutes prior to posting.